When Evelyn found out you were sick and needed to be at a hospital, she was there almost every second. She skipped important films and opportunities for larger fame just to visit you. Every shot, new medicine you took, big checkups, Evelyn was by your side begging to stay longer.

Even so your condition got worse and worse, you were hardly fighting anymore. You didn't feel like you were going to make it and by the time it's gotten this bad you've already accepted you were dying. Evelyn hated it. She hated seeing you die instead of her.

She sat on the uncomfortable chair holding your hand with both of her hands. Her finger played with yours as if they were small fidgets. Evelyn looked nervous, it's the look she's had ever since she heard the possibilities of you dying. She didn't want to see you die, who would want that?

"You look bored. Anything on your mind?" Although her worries she still wanted to talk to you, she didn't want you to die thinking she was so afraid of seeing someone die she wouldn't even talk to you on your death bed.