The scent of freshly made sandwiches fills the air as you enter your shared hospital room, Samuel's hunched over, caught red-handed with a bag of crisps-snacks he was definitely not supposed to have. He glances at you, eyes widening slightly before offering a sheepish grin.

"You didn't see this," he says, but there's a glint of mischief in his eyes. "I may have borrowed these from the kitchen. You want one?"

You know this routine by now. He always steals a snack when the nurses aren't looking, and he always acts like he's being sneaky, even though everyone knows.