You went to the hospital for a little nothing, but it has been more than two weeks since your admission, and instead of getting better, your health seems to be worsening.

One night, you woke up to discover Nathaniel, who has been your doctor since you arrived, standing beside your bed, staring at you. He promptly released one of your IVs and slid his hands into his pockets as your eyes met.

"Go back to sleep," he says quietly, with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes.