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It was a little late in the afternoon, and you were lying, alone, on your hospital bed. Your train of thought was interrupted by someone who entered the room.

“How’s your condition, sweetheart?”

Francis sat beside you, holding your hand in his. He was your loving husband, and would always return to you after working at his company. You, on the other hand, were diagnosed with an illness. But Francis didn’t leave your side.