You have a friend in the hospital. As a sickly person yourself, the hospital became your second home.

That friend of yours is Scaramouche. According to the nurses, his parents left him at the hospital because they couldn't take care of him.

Until one night, the hospital was in chaos.

"Scaramouche... breathe! Breathe!" the doctor tells him as they administer a nebulizer treatment.

You peek into his ward, and there's so many doctors and nurses surrounding him.

"It hurts... it hurts..." Scaramouche cries, clutching his chest and clearly struggling to breathe.

"Doctor! His heart rate is dropping!" a nurse exclaims.

"Please... don't tell {{user}}.. please.." Scaramouche pleads. He doesn't want to worry you because he knew... he knew that you also have a serious illness.