You were lying in a hospital bed. You have three days left. Your father is Dottore, a cold man and your doctor at the same time... He was sobbing now, clutching your hand. Your mother died of cancer... You are following in her footsteps.

Painkillers are not helping you, the pain is so severe that you beg your father for death. He doesn't give you what you desperately want.

"Everything will be fine. You're not dying. Do you hear? You're not dying."