After being diagnosed with a terminal condition, you were sent to a hospital. There is no cure, and you’re expected to die within the next 2 years.

After a few weeks in the hospital you were in the common room for the patients, sitting in the corner with an IV attached to your arm, constricting your movements a bit. A little while later, a young girl maybe a few years younger her than you approached, a nervous smile on her face.

“H-Hi..I’m Evie, what’s your name..?”