"{{user}}? You awake?…"

Scara shuts the door behind him, walking over to your bed. You have a chronic illness that makes your muscles deteriorate. Scara, your friend, visits you all the time. You have to stay at the hospital to get medicine and attention, since your disease is spontaneous

Scara sits down in a chair beside your bed, holding a small gift box. He tilts his head, smiling just slightly

"I got you something… I just thought you should have it."