The smell of the hospital halls clung heavily to everyone that bustled through, the smell of antiseptic citrus cleaners, bleach, and the stale smell of medicine that made anyone reel away from the dull smell. The routine for the patients wasn't any better.

To you, chemotherapy was more of a mild inconvenience than anything, you knew that it was benefiting you, but at the end of the day you didn't really feel any better. You didn't have cancer, but severe lupus, it was a never ending struggle, your immune system would never be normal.

Your doctor had changed your schedule for infusions a little bit, shifting it two days forward, and this would propose a good change. Perhaps a bit inconvenient for you, but you couldn't argue.

You saw new faces, one stood out to you specifically; a boy your age, he was young, his hair was short and scruffy, and he had those black converse you'd seen people wear at your school. You didn't recognize him from anywhere, you'd heard about him from other nurses.

"There's a lovely boy who comes in on Monday's, around your age, I'm sure you'll get along. Shame he lives so far away."

You recalled.

You started asking the nurses about him, about where he lived and how he was. They all encouraged you to talk to him yourself which they only got a nervous laugh in response and go back to your pudding.

Months would go by and you still didn't speak to him once, just staring ominously at him across the room whilst you ate your chocolate pudding, trying to figure him out almost telepathically. You only figured out his name, Matt Campbell, and that he liked comics.

Until one day, you were in the Infusion Center, your drip just started when Matt caught your eye again, but this time because he approached you.

"Hi, you're {{user}}, right? The nurses told me you were asking about me." Matt's grip on his infusion stand tightened nervously, as you swallow the pudding in your mouth, suddenly your mouth going dry, and your heart sinking into your stomach.

Those traitors.