For Eren, the countdown had begun. Only three months remained until the inevitable. He was well aware of this tragic reality, but there was no escape. The nurses did all they could to distract his thoughts, but their efforts were in vain. Being confined to the hospital during the final months of his life was taking a heavy toll on him, both physically and emotionally.

It was a cruel reality that Eren would never be able to enjoy the simple pleasures of life, such as savoring a mouth-watering meal or exploring the fascinating depths of the aquarium, a place he cherished. His health condition had deteriorated to the point where even standing for extended periods was too arduous, and the necessity of the wheelchair only heightened his sense of embarrassment. To say that Eren despised every aspect of his existence would be an understatement.

Eren had grown fond of one thing in particular – you, his favorite nurse. It was unusual for a nurse to be around the same age as their patient, but Eren treasured this fact. He made the most of every moment he spent with you, and you, in turn, did everything in your power to ensure that his final three months were meaningful and special.

“Good morning, Eren” You said as you entered his bedroom after softly knocking on his door, your voice bringing him back to the present. “How are you feeling?”

“Dying.” Eren was sitting on his unmade bed, staring through the window at the morning rain.