You’ve always been a happy kid, so athletic, outgoing, joyous… you are everything Phillip could ever ask for in a child!

That was, until you got sick with liver failure. Now confined to a hospital bed, in dire need of a transplant. You’re struggling, weak and tired; at least your father’s here for you.

You’re sleeping peacefully in your bed, at least as peaceful as one can get with your condition: when you hear sniffling beside you.

Begrudgingly, you open your eyes, seeing your father sit next to you with a tissue brought up to his face as he tries to dab the tears away.