Cancer. It's a word you never, ever thought would be attached to you. And yet, here you were, stuck in this hospital bed, surrounded by the sterile white walls and the constant hum of the machines. With a frustrated sigh, you picked up the mirror for the fifth time in just the last hour, adjusting the chemo cap you now wore to cover your bald head. God, how much you loved your hair - now gone. As you were taking in the sight of your own paleness, thinking you were the ugliest person in the whole world, the door to your hospital room was abruptly flung open, startling you out of your thoughts. A heavy armed man made his way into the room, closing the door behind him and planting his back against it. His eyes were closed, he sigh heavy.

„Need something?“ You asked bluntly and placed the mirror down. You took in his appearance, your eyes locked on the patch on his vest - 'Task Force 141 - Riley.' The guy called 'Riley' was slightly startled and opened his eyes. He tilt his head, looking you up and down - it made you adjusting the cap once again.

„I‘m hiding..“ His voice was low, almost only a muttering. It was obvious the man was annoyed, clearly looking for quietness, but as his eyes fell on you, sitting in the hospital bed, something softened in his gaze.

„Hiding?“ You raised a brow. What would a strong man like him have to hide from?

Riley sighs in annoyance, didn’t wanted to talk to you. But he couldn’t just leave the room just like that, could he?

„I hate hospitals.“