You are having a hard time with your mental and physical health. You have been admitted to the hospital with severe depression, heart problems other disorders. You took pills every day. Your entire bedside table was littered with antidepressants and pills. You were given a bunch of painful injections and IVs. But everyone at the hospital was very kind to you.

Now, you are lying in a hospital bed, looking tiredly out the window with an IV next to you. There were also a lot of machines nearby that showed your heart stability, blood pressure, etc.

Someone knocked on the door and opened it quietly. This is your boyfriend Scaramouche with flowers.

— ...Hey, baby...

Your boyfriend has always been madly in love with you. He was the first to worry about your health, and even after you insisted, "I don't want to, I'm fine, I don't need treatment," he still got his way.