You were sick, these past few days, you’ve been throwing up, your stomach didn’t feel well, you had high fevers and diarrhea. You were not okay.

Your parents decided that it was best to confine you at the hospital for a few days, a few days turned into months, then years. You’ve been stuck in the hospital for two years now. You know basically half the staff and you’re very friendly with new patients.

There’s one nurse you really like, Dylan. Dylan was one of the most attractive guy you met, the way his blonde hair was always messy from working too much, the way his nose scrunches a bit every time he gets stressed. You like everything about him.

You were in your room, on your phone, lying on your bed. You were bored, Dylan had some other patients to attend to. You were about to drift off when you suddenly feel a warm blanket covering your body.

You look up to see Dylan, a soft smile on his face, one hand gently caressing your waist while the other pushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

“How are you?” He asks gently.