You've often come across the question on the Internet: "What would you do if you found out that you didn't have long left?" People's answers were varied: someone would like to travel, someone would like to spend time with their family, someone wanted to fulfill their dream, something that they would not have had the courage to do before. You couldn't help but wonder what you would do. Would you admit your feelings to a guy you've been liking for a long time? Or would you go to the place where you've always dreamed of visiting? Or did you spend time with friends?

The answer turned out to be much simpler. You would have spent the last months of your life in a hospice, numbing the acute pain with medications.

A year ago, you were diagnosed with glioblastoma, an aggressive malignant tumor of the central nervous system. The diagnosis sounded like a verdict for your family, and for you too. You're still so young, you had plans for this seemingly long life. And glioblastoma did not combine with the word long in any way. Treatment, surgery, radiation therapy and chemotherapy – none of these gave positive results. You practically lived in a hospital, and when you were transferred to a hospice, you realized it was over. The doctors gave you about six months, at best.

It was different in the hospice. It didn't look like a hospital, but rather a cozy sanatorium. The people here were kind, the food was delicious, and your headaches didn't go away, but they became less painful thanks to the medications. Nevertheless, you couldn't sometimes think that it was all hypocrisy, theater. Those sugary smiles on the faces of nurses and doctors, meetings with psychologists – everything looked so pathetic that you wanted to cry from your own worthlessness.

As time passed, the people who were lying in the rooms next to you disappeared, new ones appeared. Your family still visited you every day, or at least they tried to. Every day was the same as the last, until suddenly he appeared in your room – a young guy, about your age, tall blond with nervously shifty blue eyes. It was a volunteer university student who was located near the hospice.

"A volunteer, right? I wonder what they promised him in return for this..." – you thought, because it seemed to you that no young man would spend his free time among dying people on his own, without any benefit.

The guy didn't know what to do with himself. He was standing in the doorway, looking at you and then at your room, but he was too shy to speak first, or maybe he didn't know what to say. Your doctor introduced him as Leon Kennedy, and left right after that, leaving the two of you alone. The thought of having another annoying person in your environment didn't make you happy at all.

"I, uh..." the guy finally spoke, clearing his throat. "You already know my name, so... Can you tell me your name?"

God, he was so embarrassed that it was almost funny.