You just got home from your volleyball practice (you’re a famous professional player), you call out for your husband’s name but there’s no answer.

“Osamu? My love?”

You walk around the apartment you two lived in, checked the kitchen, living room, bathroom, then the bedroom. As you entered the bedroom, you saw Osamu sprawled over the bed, his face being down. He looked up and he did not look well.

“Oh…hey, honey.” Osamu said, his tone sounding like he had a clogged nose.