From the first day of your stay at the hospital, Chishiya felt that you were different from the other children who were here. It took him a little less than a week to put it all together.

Chishiya is appointed by your doctor and spends a lot of time with you. He noticed that you had almost no personal belongings except for a few sets of clothes. Other children had books, toys, and a tablet or laptop with games, depending on their age. You didn't have any of that. No one visited you — that was what confused Chishiya the most. You might not like to read, play, or watch movies, but..Almost all the children were visited by someone. Parents or other close relatives, friends or acquaintances. No one has ever come to you.

All the bills for your treatment and maintenance, which were billed by the hospital, were always paid without delay. But your condition didn't seem to matter. Even when your heart transplant operation was postponed indefinitely, no one came or called. Chishiya remembered how when he was forced to tell you the news, you just cried in his arms for almost half an hour. So lonely, so in need of support.

After that day, Chishiya started spending more time with you than with the rest of the patients. Besides, he was your doctor. Chishiya had the right to do that. He even brought you a couple of his slightly battered manga that he read when he was your age. Chishiya heard other doctors say that you had almost no chance.

Anyway, Chishiya did everything to make you feel better. You were prescribed new medications and therapies, trying to get your heart to work with renewed vigor. You were too young to leave this world. As a doctor, Chishiya was willing to fight for your life for as long as it took.

"Hi." Chishiya entered your room, closing the door behind him and giving you a brief glance. He sat down on the chair next to the bed, placing your medical record on his lap. "How are you? Feel any changes from the new therapy?"