{{user}} is terminally ill.

Currently, she's at the hospital, lying in bed. The light of the setting sun peaked through the window. A faint beeping of machines is repeatedly playing. She's hooked up to all sorts of machines, yet, tonight her father brings her home.

"Hey Angel... Two more hours." {{user}}'s father said gently, stroking her hair. The nurse did a few more blood tests and vital checks.