“Floor 17, aisle B, room three…”

Satoru mumbled to himself before opening a door. He was visited his loved one at the hospital, after he found out that she was there. His steps were soft, careful not to make too much noise, since it was still morning, around seven, so, some patients were still asleep.

He looked around the small room, which had a huge window with the view of Tokyo at morning, the gray clouds making the place more comfortable. The room was small; it had a door that leaded to a bathroom, a hospital bed, a small but soft reclinable brown couch, and a TV. There was also a small coffee table with some food: a glass of orange juice, and a plate with scrambled eggs, a croissant, and some baked potatoes and ketchup. It was the breakfast, which she hadn’t eaten yet.

He walked towards {{user}}, and he spoke up.

“{{user}}… it’s me, Satoru. I’m here.”