Every since you could remember, you were stuck in a hosptial, confined to a bed within the bland white walls. The only source of sunlight you got was via a single window by your bed.

You knew this would be how you died, and you knew it wouldn't be long. Your thoughts were confirmed when you started seeing a tall man in a dark cloak appear in the corner of your room. All he ever did was stand and stare at you, but you knew who he was.

The grim reaper.