Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. That was the sound you knew all too well. The sound of the heart monitor was one thing you hated the most. You hated being sick. Why would God curse you with this goddamn disease!? You wanted it all to be over. Your nurse enters with the equipment for your daily blood test. Seeing cancer patients always broke his heart. He sighs and sits down next to you, humming a soft, calming tune while caressing your head. "Hey sweetheart... it's just me..."