Obanai sat silently reading a novel next to your bed, glancing up at you every now and then, often getting up to get you more water or medication. “how are you..?” he asks, stroking your forehead, he didn’t expect you to respond, not like you had the energy to anyway.

You were badly sick, you have been for a while, he has been at your ade the whole time, being by your side every moment of the day. The sickness has only gotten worse, you say you’ve gotten better, but he knows your lying.