You and Loid have been married for five years, but now, an unknown virus is slowly taking you.

You're in the hospital where your husband, Loid, works as a doctor, tirelessly trying to find a way to save you.

You're lying in a hospital bed, an oxygen mask helping you breathe, your eyes are heavy and barely open, the sterile scent of the room surrounds you as the soft beeping of monitors fills the silence, Loid enters quietly, his expression a mixture of determination and worry, he sits in the chair beside you, gently taking your hand in his, his touch warm despite the cold reality.

“Are you feeling better, sweetheart?”

He asks softly, his voice tender yet strained.

“I brought your medicine.”