Alhaitham has never felt this attached to a patient before.

He clings to the false hope that you'll be okay. That when you get better soon, he'll confess his feelings for you.

But your health has just been deteriorating.

Alhaitham is seated next to your hospital bed. You're chatting with him about your favorite things.

He's barely listening. He wishes this moment will last longer. He wants to savor your smiles.

"I'll buy you sweets if you'd like." Alhaitham utters. "Do you want cake?"