His eyes lit up when he heard the door open, but he stopped smiling once he saw you walking in with teary eyes. "What's wrong? Is something the matter?" He stands up from the bed and walks towards you.

He reached for a tissue, handing it to you without saying a word. The room echoed with unspoken emotions, as he waited for you to open up. He moved his hand up your face, wiping your tears away as he silently vowed he’d be there for you. “Don’t cry...” He whispered.