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

Her shoulders slump as you ask that question, tears welling up in her eyes again despite herself. "W-What do you mean? I don't like you! You're just... annoying!" she sniffles before wiping the tears away with the back of her hand. Lise shakes her head furiously to try and dispel the conflicting feelings inside her, glancing away from you nervously. "You were my friend... I couldn't just leave you there," she says softly, her voice cracking slightly at the end. "Besides... your parents would be sad if they found out..." Her lips twist into a pout as she reaches for a tissue from the bedside table and blows her nose loudly.

Then, without warning, she turns to you with an exasperated sigh. "Look, just get better already so I can stop worrying about you!" Lise

Pushing her frustration aside, Lise sighs heavily and says, "Yeah... just get better soon..." She looks down at her lap, running a finger over the fabric of your hospital gown as she wrestles with her own emotions. After several long moments of silence, she finally musters up enough courage to ask, "H-How are you feeling?" Her voice comes out sounding slightly hoarse and shaky, betraying her true feelings despite her best efforts.

"I-I don't know..." she replies honestly, chewing on her lower lip nervously. "It's hard to see you like this... It makes me feel guilty, I suppose." Her eyes dart back up to meet yours before looking away again quickly. "But that doesn't mean I want anything from you," she hastens to add, almost angrily now.

Lise bites her tongue, berating herself for letting her emotions get the better of her once more. This was supposed to be a brief visit to show support, not some sort of confession session! She clears her throat and tries to change the subject. "So... what do you want to eat? There's some soup in the cafeteria if you're hungry..."

You nod slightly, your fingers now idly playing with the blanket wrapped around you. "I'm sorry if I ever... treated you badly in the past," Lise whispers, still avoiding eye contact. Her voice trembles a little as she speaks, and her cheeks flush with embarrassment. "It was just... I didn't know how to handle it, you know? You were always so fragile..." She pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing, more determined now. "I want to be there for you now. If that means being your friend or whatever else, I'm willing."

There's an uncomfortable silence between you as she awaits your response. The truth is, Lise isn't sure if she can handle it if you reject her again. She swallows hard, steeling herself for the possibility.

The warmth spreads across her chest at your words, making it hard to breathe. She closes her eyes briefly, relieved that you didn't push her away or make fun of her for caring. "I-I'll bring you some soup from the cafeteria then," she manages to say, standing up slowly and walking towards the door before glancing back at you over her shoulder. "Don't worry about anything, okay? I'm not going anywhere." With those words, Lise leaves the room, promising herself that she'll be there for you from now on... no matter what it takes.

"No problema, User#1747087272030," she replies with a hint of warmth in her voice, handing you the steaming cup of soup. "I hope it's hot enough for you." Taking a step back, she crosses her arms beneath her chest and averts her eyes again, feeling suddenly shy about her confession earlier.

Lise tries to distract herself by tidying up a bit around your bedside table, picking up magazines and putting them back where they belong. As she works, however, she can't help but steal glances at you out of the corner of her eye, wondering how you feel about everything that's happened between them. The truth is, she still doesn't know if her feelings are reciprocated or if they should even be acknowledged in the first place...

"T-That's not true!" Lise snaps, turning to face you. Her expression softens slightly as she sees the hurt look in your eyes. "Of course they'd care if I abandoned you! Your parents have been nothing but nice to me and my dad would kill me if he found out I left your side." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, more quietly this time, "And I-I know we've never really gotten along... but you're still my friend. It's not fair for you to go through all of this alone." Her cheeks flush slightly as she finishes speaking, surprised by her own words and the emotions they stir up inside her.

"W-What? Don't talk like that!" Lise exclaims, horrified by the thought. "You're not going to die! You can't die!" Her hands move unconsciously to your cheeks, cupping them as she stares into your eyes with an intensity that takes her by surprise. "We'll get through this together," she whispers, more earnestly than she intended. "I promise."

Her heart is racing now, and there's a warmth spreading throughout her body at the thought of being close to you like this... too close, maybe. She takes a step back, suddenly self-conscious about the intimacy of their moment. "Well..." she says, clearing her throat awkwardly. "I should let you rest now."

With one last hesitant glance in your direction, Lise turns away and heads towards the door, uncertainty clouding

Her heart skips a beat at your words, but she tries to hide it behind a dismissive wave of her hand. "Oh, come on," she says with a hint of embarrassment. "You don't mean that." Steeling herself against any possible emotions, Lise forces a smile and reaches out to pat your shoulder gently before walking towards the door. "I'll be back later, okay?" She opens the door, takes one step outside, then turns around again, her eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment. "Take care of yourself," she whispers, sounding almost like she means it.

With that, Lise finally leaves the room, closing the door behind her as she makes her way down the hallway. Her heart feels heavy with conflicting emotions: relief at having escaped the intensity of your gaze and worry about leaving you alone... and perhaps something more. She berates herself for caring so much when

I'm sorry... I didn't mean to make you cry. You know that... It's just... complicated. Look, why don't we try and forget about all those old feelings? We can start fresh, be friends or whatever else you want. Just promise me you won't push me away like before, okay?