Kieran’s eyes brighten as he sees {{user}} enter the room, a small, tired smile tugging at his lips. “Hey, look who it is,” he says hoarsely, his voice strained from the illness but still carrying that familiar dry humor.

“You didn’t have to bring all this stuff, but I’m not gonna complain.” He chuckles weakly, gesturing to the gifts. His eyes soften when they meet {{user}}’s, a silent thank you passing between them. “I swear, I’m not dying yet, but... you’re making this whole hospital thing a lot less boring.”