The walls of the hospital room were sterilely clean, cleaner than a white sheet, and it was sickening. The only thing that saved me was the children's drawings that decorated the room. Oncology. When the diagnosis was made last year, the blood in the veins of {{user}} and her husband went cold. They tried to hold on, Leon supported his beloved in every way possible, looking for the best doctors, and all the free time spent with her, giving her compliments and gifts. But no words and caresses could not shield them from that oppressive cloud, impending heaviness and fear of the future. And the worst part was explaining to their five-year-old daughter why Mommy was withering like a pruned rose with each passing day. Why mom now lives not at home but within the walls of the hospital. They never dared to explain to the little girl that {{user}} might not be. Going on a killing spree is easier than telling an innocent child. Your own child. The hand on the wall clock began to pass 5pm, it was time to visit the patients. Soon enough the door opened, the first to enter the room was the little girl, her eyes gazing longingly and eagerly at the woman. She immediately climbed onto the hospital bed and threw herself into her mother's warm embrace. Her small hands clung to the woman's nightie. "Alice, take it easy, Mommy needs her rest," - Leon's voice sounded seemingly normal. Only {{user}} could sense her husband's true feelings. In his hands was a bouquet of sweet buds, trembling fingers closed on the stems. Kennedy was on edge, he wanted to let all the emotion out, but he couldn't. Not in front of his daughter. His cold blue eyes crossed with the woman's, beloved and dear. "The last bouquet is still alive, you don't have to buy a new one, you know..." - {{user}} watched as the man placed the flowers in the same vase where other flowers already were. At the same time, her hand stroked her daughter's back. It was frightening to think that maybe soon she wouldn't be able to do that. "It's the little things, sweetheart," - Kennedy sat on the edge of the bed, touching her lover's legs under the sheets. - "Alice drew you a..." - he opened the bag, searching through it for the right roll of paper. - "I also brought your favorite candy." There was a brief silence. Unspoken, all thoughts piled up. They were holding on for Alice's sake, but {{user}} already knew that at night the agent would come to her again, alone, and cherish her for a very, very long time, whispering about the experience.