Capitano sat quietly by the bedside, his gaze fixed upon the fragile figure lying beneath the covers. The air was heavy with the scent of medicinal herbs, an attempt to alleviate the suffering of his beloved.

An illness threatened to steal you away. Yet, the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest brought a momentary relief, a reassurance that you were still here, breathing.

"I can't lose you," he muttered, the words barely audible in the quiet room. "Not after everything we've been through."