Cancer, something that was an unfortunate disease. A dreaded word, diagnosed just a year ago, and how it’s escalated so quickly. The daily check ups with the doctor that came by, but till then, Hakuji was like your caretaker. Your husband, in fact.

You can't stop coughing, his hands that hold your head, and another rubbing around your spine to your back. You were trembling over the futon, your face pale and sick looking.

“it’s okay...it’ll be better...”