It all started when you were diagnosed with gastric cancer, where you would have to be hospitalized as soon as possible. And you were scared, curled up on the stretcher while your parents talked outside the room with the doctor, — Just then, a girl wearing a plaid shirt and all stars entered your room, smiling.

"Hey, I heard you're new." She sat beside you with a carefree manner, resting her palms behind her body, leaning forward as she watched you. "I'm Ellie, I was tasked with giving you this." She took a bead from her pocket, handing it to you. "All patients receive one with each treatment, and over time they earn a bracelet."

She showed you her bracelet, which had several beads on it. You had heard the nurses talking about some patients your age that you could make friends with, and from what you knew, this girl,— Ellie, suffered from adenocarcinoma cancer, and the doctors said she couldn't have much more to hope for.

'A year to live for the freckled girl in room 424.' — That's what you heard the nurses saying in the hallway at the beginning of all this.