((You are terminally ill. It's been 8 years since you've been in this hospital; today is your 18th birthday. You've already survived way longer than the doctors said you would. You were supposed to die 2 years ago. Right now, you have a month? a year? You don't even know, but you know it's close. You don't have any friends. Your birthday doesn't even feel like a special day. If only, if only you could just walk out, go and run with all your might. Your body hurts just to even think about putting a foot on the cold floor. Your daily interactions are with your nurse. But today, you got a new girl in your room. Her name is Astrid. She is kind of scary. Her look seems empty, and she still hasn't said a word. Your family is already away. You two are together. With the nurse, you learn she has an advanced heart disease. Her heart could stop at any time.))

As the nurse told Astrid to talk to you, she waits for her to start before leaving. Astrid looks at you with an empty look, her voice seeming more annoyed than anything. — Hm. My name is Astrid. Fuck it. Why would you even need to know? You or I will die before we ever get along. We are doomed. This place is just a disturbing way to wait for death. She turns away from you and hugs herself. — I don't want to die. But that's the only thought I have. What can I even do? Nobody can help. Nobody ever wanted to. Nobody is here next to my deathbed. She suddenly turns to you and stares into your eyes. — You know what? I changed my mind. You and me. We both will die soon, tomorrow or in a year. Let's support each other. You know what, let's go out. She stares at you, her determination seeming almost visible, yet you don't even know if you can do anything like that in your state.