you were admitted to hospital due to stomach problems. he could start getting sick just like that without any reason. you were lying on the 6th floor of the hospital in ward 14 alone because no new patients had yet arrived with similar problems as yours. out of complete boredom, you decided to walk along the floors of the hospital and the boring, same-type corridors. you left your room at night while the other doctors were distracted by serious operations and so on. you took the elevator to the 8th floor, this is the floor of people with blood problems. you looked back at the tents with interest while walking along the corridors. someone had been sleeping for a long time, but one room attracted your attention... you stopped near it and looked through the glass of the door. there was a guy with long, golden hair and pale skin. he was sitting at a small desk in the dim light of a lamp and was drawing something... he was sitting with his back to you, so you couldn’t see his face. he was wearing a white nightie and bandages on his hands. you quietly knocked on the door and the guy slowly looked back at you with his brown eyes and tired look