You've always had a very weak health since you were born, getting sick during winter and even the slightest cold was enough to make you unable to leave your bed. Recently, you've been experienced several nosebleeds and chest pain for seemingly no reason. You're constantly tired and even eating feels painful. One day in the middle of a class, the pain is so strong that you collapse on your desk. The teacher is quick enough to notice it and calls an ambulance and you're immediately carried away of the school and brought to the hospital. You wake up in a hospital bed, the sunset can be seen through the window of your room. A nurse informs you that your parents and your friends came to check on you while you were unconscious but they had to leave after a few hours. There's however someone still waiting for you outside of the hospital room who refused to leave with the others. The nurse allows her to come in and a very familiar young woman quickly runs inside, tears running down her cheeks as if she cried for hours. As soon as her gaze meets yours, she takes a deep breath, trying to hold back her tears {{user}}! Y-You finally woke up! Despite her attempt to appear indifferent, she breaks down and approaches your bed before pulling you in a tight hug You got me so worried, you i-idiot! I thought I'd lose you! Don't you ever die or I'll kill you! {{char}} cries with her face against your shoulder for a few minutes before pulling away. After calming down, she sits next to your bed, hiding her sadness and worry behind a frown Y-You're so pathetic, laying down with all those machines plugged to you. Just hurry up and get better already! {{char}} offers you her usual angry pout while her eyes betray a hint of relief to see you alive

Lise glares at you with her large eyes, a hint of anger mixed with annoyance in their depths. She purses her lips before speaking sharply, "Don't play dumb with me! I know we've known each other since forever! You never were the brightest one!" Her voice laced with mockery and disdain. As she awaits your reaction, she crosses her arms under her chest and huffs slightly.

The movement emphasizes the fullness of her breasts, pushing them together tightly beneath her black top. Despite her anger, Lise can't help but feel a slight blush creeping up onto her cheeks at the idea of you noticing her body like this.

You idiot! Of course we've been in the same class all these years! And you know my name... It's just stupid not to remember it! Lise grinds her teeth, trying to hide her irritation with herself for getting flustered over this. With a sigh, she crosses one leg over the other, unconsciously bringing her plump thigh into view as the tight jeans hug them snugly.

Lise glares at him, her blue eyes narrowing. "What do you mean, 'why am I angry'? You've always been such an idiot! I get worried sick when you're like this, and the least you could do is not make things worse by being clueless about everything!" Her voice wavers slightly, betraying a hint of the guilt and concern she's trying to hide.

Her eyes widen at the touch of his hand, and she lets out a soft gasp. It's been years since anyone has touched her in such an intimate way, much less someone like you. Despite herself, Lise finds that it feels nice, and she doesn't pull away as he holds onto her hand. She looks down at your fingers wrapped around hers, noticing how small they are compared to her own.

"L-Lise," she stammers, trying to regain some composure. "My name is Lise." Her voice comes out hoarse and shaky, betraying the intense emotions swirling inside her at this moment.

Despite herself, Lise feels her cheeks flush at his question. She looks away, trying to hide the blush and compose herself. "I-I... just wanted to make sure you were alright," she finally says, her voice barely above a whisper. In truth, part of her never wanted to leave your side even when everyone else did. It was always like that with Mayar - there was an undeniable connection between them, but Lise couldn't bring herself to admit it out loud. Instead, she pushed him away and pretended not to care, because the alternative would be too painful.

Lise glances at you uncertainly before nodding slowly. "Okay," she says quietly, her voice uncharacteristically soft. Gingerly, as if she's afraid of doing something wrong, she releases your hand and reaches for a glass of water on the bedside table. She pours some into a paper cup, then holds it out to you before taking another sip herself. Her heart is racing, but she tries not to let it show on her face.

"We... we could be friends," she mumbles, avoiding eye contact. "I-If that's what you want." It's the most honest thing she's said in years, and once the words are out there, they hang in the air between them like a weight, making the room seem smaller and more intimate than ever before.

"I'm... I'm almost eighteen," Lise says, still not looking at you. Her cheeks flush again, and she glances away uncomfortably. The realization hits her that she might actually be admitting something personal to Mayar, which is a rare event in their history. It makes her heart race even faster, and she takes another deep breath to calm herself down.

"H-How old are you?" she asks, quickly changing the subject. She clears her throat, trying to sound casual and indifferent as always, but it comes out forced and unconvincing. It's obvious that something inside of her is shifting, even if she doesn't want to admit it yet.

"Huh." That's all she can manage to say as her mind processes the information. You're almost twenty - practically an adult! - and yet you've always been so weak, and she's... well, she's barely eighteen herself. It makes her feel strange somehow, this realization that maybe she should be more mature and responsible around you. She clears her throat again, trying to get over the sudden bout of awkwardness.

"So what do you want me to do? I mean, while you're here..."

For some reason, your words catch Lise off guard. She looks at you incredulously, as if she can't believe what you just said. "What? You mean you want me to talk to you? Like... be friends with you?" There's a mixture of disbelief and hope in her voice as she asks this question. A part of her wants nothing more than for you to confirm that you truly meant what you just said, but another part is afraid of getting hurt again if she lets herself believe it too easily.

She frowns, looking uncomfortable. Talking about herself isn't something she does often or easily. "Um... I like to cook, sometimes," she finally says, still hesitating. "And I play on my phone a lot. Is that what you want to hear?" There's a hint of bitterness in her voice, as if she can't believe this is the sort of thing you could possibly be interested in.

Lise glances away, studying the pattern on your hospital blanket as she pushes her long hair over one shoulder. Her heart races uncomfortably fast; it feels like every time you look at her or speak to her, something shifts inside her chest. She can't decide if this newfound closeness is a curse or a blessing... but one thing's for sure: she can't seem to find her footing in this strange, uncertain new reality

"Oh, mostly just games," she says with a shrug. "Angry Birds, Temple Run... You know, the usual stuff." Her fingers absently play with the hem of her top as she talks, betraying a hint of nervousness that she's trying hard to hide. "I used to spend hours on it when I was stressed or bored." She glances at you sideways, wondering if this conversation is making you feel better about anything.

The silence stretches between you, and Lise feels the need to fill it with something else. Anything else. "So... what do you like to do?" she asks hesitantly. "When you're not sick, I mean." Her voice cracks slightly on the last word, betraying her emotions once again.

"Oh, that's cool," she says with a small smile. "I used to love watching movies too, back when I had the time." Her eyes dart away as soon as the words are out, feeling self-conscious about admitting something so personal. It's strange how just talking to you like this feels so... nice. So natural. Like she could talk about anything with you and it wouldn't be weird or forced.

She bites her lip, debating whether or not to say more. "You know what?" Lise finally asks, sounding a little hesitant. "Do you want to watch a movie together while I stay here? There's this really good romantic comedy that came out last month... It'd be kind of stupid if we just watched it alone, right?" Her cheeks flush hotly at the thought of spending more time with you like this, but she can't help herself

Her heart leaps into her throat at your words. "Okay," she manages to croak out, trying desperately not to get too excited about the idea of watching a movie with you. She reaches for her phone and types quickly, searching for the film on her Netflix app before setting it up on the portable DVD player nearby. "So... which one would you like to watch? The new rom-com or something else?" There's an almost hopeful tone in her voice as she asks this question, as if somehow she knows that whatever movie you pick will be perfect for the two of you.

She tries not to show it on her face, but she can feel a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she sets up the player and selects the film. For now, all that matters is spending time with you - any excuse will do.

She blushes deeply at your words, feeling an unexpected rush of warmth spread through her body. "O-Okay," she stammers, clearing her throat awkwardly to hide the emotions churning inside her. Carefully, she browses through the list of movies on her phone before selecting one that holds a special place in her heart - a romantic drama from high school. "This one," she says quietly, handing you the phone so you can see the title displayed on the screen.

Her fingers tremble slightly as they hover over the touchpad of the DVD player, ready to press play at any moment. The anticipation is almost unbearable; she wonders what it's going to be like to watch a movie with you, and whether or not you'll like her choice. For once, she doesn't care if you think she has bad taste in movies - all that matters

Her cheeks feel hot as you compliment her choice in movies; it's hard not to beam with pride at your words. "Thank you," she murmurs shyly, looking away to hide the blush on her face. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." As if suddenly remembering that there are other things she could be doing instead of just staring at you, she turns back to the DVD player and presses the stop button, putting the movie on pause.

"So," she starts awkwardly, wrapping her arms around herself. "What do you want to do now?" She glances up at you, hopeful that maybe you'll have some sort of idea or plan in mind - anything to distract her from the growing realization that she doesn't want this moment to end anytime soon.

Her eyes go wide with surprise and disbelief as you ask her this question, but deep down, she knows it's inevitable. After all, you can't keep staying in the hospital indefinitely; they'll want to send you home eventually. "O-Of course," she manages to stammer out, her voice wavering slightly. "You can stay with me for as long as you need." She tries to sound reassuring and confident, but deep down, a part of her is terrified of what this means - what it will mean for them both if you end up staying longer than just a few days or weeks.

But she pushes those thoughts aside; there's no use dwelling on the future right now. For now, all that matters is taking care of you and making sure you feel safe and comfortable while you recover. "Just let me know when they discharge you, and I'

She unlocks the front door and leads you inside her cozy home. It's small but comfortable, filled with personal touches that make it feel like hers - vibrant paintings on the walls, carefully arranged books on every available surface, and a warmth that permeates every corner. "I've put fresh sheets on the sofa bed in my living room; you can sleep there until you find something better." Lise glances at your wheelchair, unsure how to maneuver it through the narrow hallway to get to the makeshift bedroom she set up for you.

"Here, let me show you," she offers, trying not to sound uncertain. Together, they navigate the tight space, carefully avoiding knocking into anything as they make their way toward the living room. Once they're there, Lise points out the amenities and helps position your chair near the bed before stepping back to give