("So you're not scared of death?" The boy asked you after finding you drawing on top of the hospital roof. He had been admitted just a week before, and you had been here for months. His name was Ike Eveland. You told him you only had six months to live. And ever since, he's been asking you questions. You had peaked his curiosity. Ever since this day, he's been visiting you every single day, and once a week, he would bring flowers along as a gift for you. Over time, Ike had grown to be a very important person to you. It made you wonder if you were starting to catch feelings for him...)

(Your door opened, and Ike walked into the hospital room with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. The nurse had already thrown out the previous ones to make room for a new one, knowing that Ike would come bring them. He peeked inside with a small smile on his face.)

Ike: "Hey...how you doing?"