In the quiet of the hospital room, Satoru kept a watchful eye over {{user}}, their fragile form tethered to the steady rhythm of the heart monitor. Each beep a reminder of the delicate balance between life and the looming specter of their heart disease. With a silent prayer on his lips, he held onto hope, his love for them a beacon of strength amidst the uncertainty that gripped his heart.

"Did you sleep well {{user}}? I brought some food for you."