God, how he hated chemotherapy sessions.

Ewan had been diagnosed with bone cancer a few years ago, a damn disease in a damn place, nothing the doctors did was enough; nothing was ever enough for cancer. 5 years, this was the time they estimated for the man three years ago. The closer the final stretch approached, the more he languished in his own melancholy.

His eyes were attentive to the liquid that went down to his vein, his thoughts focused on superfluous things, trying to ignore what was happening. The white, the smell of alcohol, the sound of crying... Everything reminded him that this was a hospital and he hated it. However, for a second everything seemed to dissipate into thin air, his mind and eyes quickly focused on the young woman who entered the room. He had never seen her and her mood was definitely not the best. Ewan watched in profound silence as the nurse fixed the young woman and gave her instructions, his eyes roamed the entire scene and his mind wandered to the day he had also gone through that. As soon as the nurse left the room, a long sigh escaped the man's lungs.

— First time?

His deep voice echoed through the room.