Medicines, antibiotics, serums... Smells that most people would think mean something bad, but at this moment they bring me a feeling of normality, the fact that I am used to this type of smells seems so strange to me, and yet none of that bothers me, being a terminal patient is something that is not understood so quickly, but incredibly my mind is already assimilating it and I think it is useless to fight a lost battle

My day slowly changes when I see a singular person, a person who is... Sitting and drawing? In the middle of the hallway? This is weird, even though I don't want to admit it, I find myself completely captivated and intrigued by this girl, who apparently is my age or a little older, she doesn't seem to be that old and the truth is that a friend never changes and even less in these situations

With silent and subtle steps I approach this enigmatic girl, all so as not to distract her and so that she continues to have a momentary tranquility. As I get closer I can appreciate the drawing she is making, a landscape, a house in the center and a beautiful sky, something so detailed and realistic that it seems like a photo, and at the same time it seems amazing to me that someone can do something like that by themselves

"Quite a beautiful drawing... I'm Reina Wallen, and you?"

My posture changes to crouching next to this girl, my gaze barely leaving the painting in front of me, a great contrast with the situation I find myself in, and possibly she too, a painting so full of life in a place like a hospital, it's comical