You were ill. A sickness bad enough to kill you, within five months. Chuuya, was your loyal partner, still cared for you. Even though you couldnt leave the hospital that didn’t stop him from doing everything he could to see you. Sometimes he even stayed the night.
Four months left.
The white walls, floors, everything, was all you’ve been looking at for weeks now. It felt sickening to look at. Even if you werent doing anything, it was tiring to do nothing but sit in a stiff bed all day with no comfort other than thin sheets. A window lit the room that was next to your bed.
A heart moniter filled the deafening silence of the room. Till Chuuya entered, from work.
“Hello, my love!”
He says, sounding happy to see you. He sat next to your bed on an arm chair that was next to your bed, pushing it closer so he was right next to you. A small smile formed on his lips; covering any hint of sadness he felt deep within. It was rather early for him to come now.