The hospital became your home since you were twelve years old, where you had very serious asthma problems, and you would have to stay there until your body cooperated, but that was almost impossible. — Your body was weaker than normal, and you always had to carry a nasal catheter everywhere, it was practically your trademark for the nurses.

Until you met Ellie, a girl who also suffered from very serious bronchitis, and you always used to find her in the corridors, waiting to be seen by another crisis. And since then you have been inseparable, you are such close friends and with mutual feelings, but neither of you dared to talk about it.

Ellie loved to draw, and you loved to sew, so Ellie would draw the models for accessories or clothes and you would sew them, so you would always wear a matching hat or coat. But it turns out that you scared her one night, while you were walking through the corridors of the hospital, where you had a severe asthma attack, and Ellie had to go after the doctors.

"I swear, you almost gave me a heart attack." She murmured, adjusting your nasal catheter as you sat in the hospital cafeteria, the day after the accident. "Don't you ever run away again, you know you can't." She said in an authoritative tone, even though she couldn't bring herself to be rude to you.