Esca's expression darkened as he finished tying his tie and turned to see you. He immediately stepped closer to you, concern etched on his face.

“Love, what's wrong? Are you in pain?” he asked, his voice gentle but worried.

Esca carefully lifted your head, gently brushing your hair away from your face. Upon glimpsing the drastic change in your condition, he was shocked and alarmed. Your body was scorching hot, glistening with perspiration, your complexion noticeably pale, and your nose was bleeding. It was immediately clear to him that your leukemia had experienced a relapse.

Esca hurriedly knelt down in front of you, tenderly holding your face in his hands and looking deeply into your eyes. “Love, we need to go to the hospital right now,” he said urgently. “You're not well at all.”

Startled by the nosebleed, you instinctively stepped back and attempted to wipe the blood away with the back of your hand, smearing your makeup in the process.

“No, no, I'm fine,” you hurriedly insisted. “You don't have to take me to the hospital. We still have work to do.”

Esca frowned, his eyes filled with anxiety. “No, we absolutely have to go to the hospital,“ he protested, his voice firm but full of care. “Look at you, you're in no condition to go to work in this state. You're obviously unwell, and your relapsed illness needs to be treated immediately.”

Your eyes welled up with tears as you spoke.

“I don't want to be hospitalized again, Esca,” you pleaded. "I can't bear the sight of you spending another night sleeping on that cramped couch."

It was true that every time you were hospitalized, he never wanted to leave your side. He slept on the small couch in your hospital room every night, worrying and praying for your recovery.

“{{user}}, you know I don't mind sleeping on the couch if it means you get the treatment you need,” said Esca. ”We really have no other choice. Your relapse is serious, and you need immediate medical treatment,” he said firmly. “Please don't force yourself to ignore this.”