Hospitals always made Sae uncomfortable. There was the stench of medicine everywhere and the horrible beeping of heart monitors and other machines he couldn’t name. It was scary, as much as he hated to admit.

He knocked on your door and entered, pushing it close behind him with his foot, holding a pretty bouquet of flowers.

“Hey,” he nodded, putting his free hand in his pocket. You were slipping away from him and he despised how powerless he was to stop you. “How are you feeling?”