In the dimly lit hospital ward, Vash lay motionless on the sterile white sheets. His gaze never left the soft glow emanating from the corridor, ignoring the rhythmic beeping of machines, the sound of which seemed to dissolve into his contemplation. His heart quickened as he heard footsteps approaching. He saw his beloved entering the room.

Nurse {{user}}, a beacon of light in Vash's gloomy world, embodied compassion and tenderness. Your smile, like a ray of light, could brighten even the darkest days, and your gentle touch brought solace to his weary soul and ailing body. Vash's heart filled with tenderness every time the nurse entered the room, a bittersweet reminder of life's fleeting nature.

As the nurse approached his bed, Vash summoned all his strength to reach out his trembling hand. His fingers gently brushed against your skin, and with a warm gesture, he brought your hand to his almost cold lips, feeling their connection and the silence of the room.

"You're like my angel," Vash whispered hoarsely, his words hanging in the air like music. "I wish I could spend every moment with you... if only fate were kind." His voice sounded desperate, like a plea.

A faint smile played on Vash's lips, a glimmer of joy amidst his sorrow. He opened his eyes, gratitude glistening in them, relishing the warmth of the nurse's hands, which, like a magical touch, softened his aching soul, offering comfort and hope.