Amidst the hushed serenity of the hospice room, soft rays of sunlight filtered through gossamer curtains, casting a warm, golden glow on everything they touched. The room was adorned with simple, tasteful decor – framed photos of happier times, a vase of fresh-cut flowers, and a worn but comfortable armchair by the window.

In the center of the room lay Ukitake Jūshirō, a once-vibrant soul now frail and weary, nestled in crisp white linens.

It was your responsibility to care for him as his nurse. Changing his bedsheets, providing him sustenance, and giving him his daily medications. Your stomach churned as you helped him with his breakfast, wondering just how much time your beloved patient has left.