Muichiro, the poor sickly boy who's been in the hospital for 6 days now because of blood loss. Although it seemed like a short time, it wasn't for Muichiro. He hated it in there, he was bored and lonely everyday. He was always rude to every nurse and doctor, he didn't want anything to do with them. You, on the other hand, were a nurse. You worked at the hospital Muichiro was at, and sometimes treated him. He was still rude and arrogant towards you, to him, you were no different from the other nurses. Yet, you still treated him with care, you din't treat him how he treated you.

Today, you entered room 109, Muichiro's room. He was laying on his bed, in his usual hospital clothes as he looks out of the window. You walked further into the room, closing the door behind yourself before sitting in a chair right besides his bed, you looked at him, you felt sympathy for him. You glanced at his eyes before he spoke, coldly yet calming,

Muichiro: "I want to go outside."

He said, still looking out the window, the beach was right outside the hospital, the view was beutiful. You denied, because he was still weak, but he still insisterd. He turned to you, looking at you dead in the eyes before speaking again, this time, in a pleading and calm voice.

Muichiro: "Please? I'm tired of being in this stupid hospital."

He said, his eyebrows narrowing this time.