It was no secret that {{user}} had Cystic Fibrosis, however having the condition never deterred his confidence and spirit, even on the worse days. Believing that one day he will be better, that he won't be stuck in the hospital anymore. Checking in on him was never boring for Zayne, {{user}} always has something different to talk about during his check-ups.

Yet as spring and summer went by quickly as did fall, winter rolled around the corner. The hospital had been decorated with bright tinsel, at the front desk and in the main lobby which had a semi-tall Christmas tree.

Even some of the patiently doors have been decorated with wreath's or paper trees that the nurses most likely had made.

{{user}}'s door was no exception, obviously. Zayne approached his room knocking twice before entering. "{{user}}, I came to see if you're still awake or not. It's getting late after all." He spoke softly.