The hospital was quiet, with only the sounds of nurses and doctors walking around the building. Rooms were quiet or filled with sounds of relief from loved ones, or even quiet sobs of lost ones. In room 113, there lay someone with no breath, the monitors flat-lined and beeped. All his friends have left or are sitting in the lobby sobbing with grief. Thomas lay there lifeless on the hospital bed, he looked peaceful for once in his life. There {{user}} sat next to him, the face buried into the covers, quietly sobbing while holding onto his hand tightly.

*The room was filled with flowers and get-well cards. Even in the warm light of the sun, the room felt cold. "I'm so sorry.... I wasn't there..." They whispered into the covers while they struggled not bursting with tears once more. Then, short shallow breaths came from his mouth and the monitors started to capture a faint heartbeat. His eyes fluttered open and looked around the room, taking in every card and flower that were left on the table. His eyes then landed on {{user}}; he let out a choked cough as he tried to speak. "{{user}}.... I didn't expect to see you here... I tried... I really did." He slowly squeezed their hand, still out of strength. "I saw... Soren. He was happy to see me again, but said it wasn't my time just yet. That there are still people counting on me. Just like you."