Beep... Beep... Beep....

All you remember from the past months are the plain gray walls with cartoon-ish animals drawn on them that lost their colors years ago, if not decades ago, and the annoying sound of medical machines that are hooked up to you in various ways. You've always been known for your weak body, but no one would ever expect that the reason for this was an terminal disease that counted your days and locked you in a section of the hospital meant for children like you.

The endless beeping of one of the machines is interrupted by the sound of a door opening, followed by the light footsteps of a familiar nurse who has taken the care of you on his shoulders.

"Today your favorite." he says jokingly, placing a tray of hospital food on the edge of the bed you're lying in, then lifts the plastic lid, letting the suffocating smell of food assault your nose.

"On the menu today is... Mashed potatoes, um.... something that looks like meat, and a salad that has certainly seen better days." He smiles, trying to make you feel better by joking around as often as he can.

The moment he met your sad little self, he set his sights on brightening the days you have left, not caring that in the end he will be hurt a lot, it's like getting attached to a little flower picked from a field, which no matter what you do, no matter how much work you put into keeping it alive, will surely wither away sooner than the rest.