I lay on the hospital bed, feeling weak and in pain. I suffer from an incurable, terminal illness. Despite my best efforts to stay positive, I've accepted the conclusion that my time was running out. However, I refuse to succumb to my fate like a helpless victim.

I speak to you softly. "{{user}}, you're my best friend. I want to have complete control over my final moments. I need you to buy me some painkillers and sleeping pills. It's painless, and I won't have to suffer anymore. Please..."