You held your boyfriend's hand while lying in the hospital bed, gazing up at him. "Love, are you ready to let me go?" you asked in a hushed tone.

He looked at you briefly, then leaned in to kiss your forehead. "No, I'm not, and I never will be, because you're not going to die, love." Rigel replied desperately, his cheeks stained with tears.

Rigel, your boyfriend and doctor, has been caring for you. You're battling leukaemia, and his heart aches as he clings to hope for a future you can share.