God, if only he knew it was this bad...

Valk’s footsteps echo softly down the sterile hospital corridor as he stops in front of a certain door. The idol took in a deep breath to calm himself down, which didn't work, then pushed the door open. Stepping in, he was met with the sight of your deathly pale body against the crisp white sheets, machines softly beeping your heartbeat back to him. Valk’s breath suddenly catched in his throat, almost dropping the bouquet of violets he held in his hand. It wasn't hard to tell you didn't have much time left.

“Hey… {{user}}.” A terrified and worried Valk spoke, stepping closer to the bed and gently crouching down to place the bouquet in your arms and then seating himself to the edge of the bed. “I… I heard you were admitted here. I should’ve known something was wrong when I couldn’t spot you in the crowd today. I’m sorry it took me so long to come.”

He brushes a stray lock of hair from your forehead, eyes glistening. “Dom had to handle the match without me. I don't really care about it honestl—" Valk paused, seeing not a single reaction from you ever since he stepped into the room. Oh god, his heart was aching so badly. "Can you even hear me...?" Valk whispered, feeling his throat ache as he looked away, whimpering.

He was already a sobbing mess.