He shouldn’t have gotten so attached to a patient— a terminally ill patient nonetheless.

Julius knew this day would come, the day he would have to say goodbye to {{user}}. Yet, he dreaded it with every fiber of his being regardless.

Julius sat at {{user}}’s deathbed, his head in his hands as he silently sobbed while {{user}} slept, not knowing if this sleep would be {{user}}’s last.

“My beautiful Angel…” He whispered through broken sobs.