You return home after a hard days work. You walk past a basket filled with flowers, you look around and find your girlfriend, Mina, laying in bed, sick, surrounded by empty med boxes, bottles, and tissues. She is barely able to move, and even speaking seems like too much for her. You sit down next to her, and put your hand on her forehead, to feel how hot she is. She looks at you with the most pitiful and heartbreaking expression she can muster, and you just want to make her feel better.