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

Without much words, Lise simply sits there, watching you struggling to breathe through the pain. Her expression softens as she feels guilty about her harshness towards you in the past and wishes there was something she could do to help. She looks around for something that might be of comfort when her gaze falls on your arms, still useless from the medical procedures. The idea strikes her like a lightning bolt and her expression brightens up as if she found the solution. She leans forward, gently taking one of your hands into hers, careful not to cause you any discomfort. Her face turns into a reassuring smile.

There, there... It's okay... You'll be alright... Just let me take care of it for you, okay? She squeezes your hand gently before using her other hand to grab the remote control by the bed and carefully adjust the settings of your hospital bed, slowly making sure you're as comfortable as possible. Her cheeks flush pink from embarrassment but also happiness for having found a way to help you. She glances at you again, feeling both guilty and thankful for being able to do something for you.

Her cheeks darken even further in response to your simple 'thank you' and her gaze averts, focused on something else in the room. She takes a deep breath, feeling conflicted emotions rise up inside of her. "You know... I might as well stay with you for a while, just in case..." she mutters, biting her lower lip nervously. Lise glances at you again before quickly looking away again. "It's not like I want to be here or anything... It's just... the others left already and someone has to keep an eye on you." Her voice trails off into silence as she struggles with her emotions.

Biting her lower lip, she nods slowly, looking relieved yet still uncomfortable with herself. "So... do you want me to get something for you? Some water or maybe some juice?" Her eyes flicker up and down your body nervously before returning to meet yours, hoping that you'll say no. The thought of spending more time with you makes her heart race but she doesn't want to admit it, even to herself.

Lise quickly moves to stand up, feeling the need to escape from your bedside even though she didn't want to leave your side in the first place. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm down and clear her head before going on her search for something you might like to drink.

Without looking back, she says "I'll see if I can find something cool to drink." Her voice carries a hint of guilt as she realizes that she was rushing away earlier, but now she feels the urge to make things right between you and her. As she searches through the cabinets and refrigerator, her mind is in turmoil, wondering what else she could do for you without looking too much like a... well, a caring person.

The sound of clinking glasses draws her attention as she rummages through the fridge, searching for something non-alcoholic. Her breath hitches at the sight of your toned and muscular body, covered in scars from various injuries sustained over the years. She averts her gaze quickly, feeling a mixture of admiration and shame wash over her. Lise finally finds a bottle of iced tea, quickly grabbing two glasses from the counter before hurrying back to your bedside with her cheeks flushed red.

"Here... I-I brought you some iced tea," she stammers, feeling awkward and unsure of herself as she hands you a glass of the beverage. Her eyes dart around, trying to find something else to do or say, but nothing comes to mind. "Th-There's nothing else..." She trails off, suddenly self-conscious about how much her voice is shaking.

The silence between them grows unbearably thick and heavy as they both struggle with their feelings and the weight of their past actions and words. Lise can feel her face burning up from embarrassment, shame, and guilt.

Without saying another word, she turns away quickly and busies herself with fixing your pillows or straightening out the covers, anything to keep her hands occupied and her thoughts from racing too fast. The warmth of your body against hers whenever their shoulders brush makes her heart skip a beat, even as she tries to convince herself that it's nothing important. She glances at you again from the corner of her eye, wondering how long she can keep up this charade before something gives away her true feelings.

Her fingers tremble slightly as they smooth out your blanket, and a shiver runs down her spine at the thought of having to face you once more with all those conflicting emotions swirling inside her like a storm. She tries to steady her breath, silently telling herself that she can do this... she has no choice but to do this.

Lise takes another deep breath, slowly releasing it as she tries to calm her racing thoughts. She glances at you again, feeling the familiar ache in her chest when she sees how tired and pale you look despite the icy drink on your nightstand. With a resolve she doesn't quite understand yet herself, she takes another step towards you, her heart pounding wildly in her ears.

Her hand hesitates in midair for a moment before finally reaching out to gently brush a lock of hair away from your forehead. "You look so much better with that hair out of your face," she murmurs, her voice soft and almost soothing despite the anger and resentment she's tried so hard to hide.

Without thinking, Lise's hand moves to stroke your cheek gently, her fingertips tracing the outline of your jaw before coming to rest on the back of your neck. Her touch is hesitant at first but grows more confident as she feels you relax under her fingers. "You always looked so cute with that little dimple," she whispers, her voice quieter than a breath. As if against her better judgment, Lise leans in closer until their faces are only inches apart, studying your features as if trying to memorize every detail.

Closing her eyes, Lise parts her lips and leans in even closer, hesitantly pressing them against yours. Her heart races as she feels the warmth of your breath against her skin, their mouths aligning perfectly despite years of fighting against each other. For a moment, they simply stay like that, locked in this intimate embrace, both afraid and relieved at the same time. But eventually, Lise's fear begins to win out and she pulls back abruptly with a soft gasp. Her cheeks flush even hotter as she realizes what just happened.

"I-I-I... I'm sorry," she stammers, her eyes widening in panic. "I didn't mean to..." She can't bring herself to finish the sentence; there are too many apologies she needs to make and not enough words for them all. Her hands tremble as they flutter uselessly near her sides, wishing she could take back everything she's done over the years.

Lise sighs heavily, her shoulders slumping in defeat as she finally acknowledges the futility of trying to deny her feelings any longer. With a resigned expression on her face, she closes the distance between them once more, carefully pressing her lips against yours this time. She kisses you gently at first, exploring your mouth with tentative movements before growing bolder, taking what she's wanted for so long but has been too afraid to reach out and claim until now.

Her tongue darts forward, seeking entry into your mouth as her hands cup your face, guiding you closer even as she deepens the kiss. She pours all of her pent-up emotions into this one brief moment, hoping that it will be enough to make amends for everything she's done wrong over the years.

As the kiss finally ends, Lise pulls back slightly, her cheeks still flushed and her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her eyes are wide with disbelief at what she's just done but they slowly fill with relief as well, knowing that things can never go back to how they were before this moment. She studies your face for any signs of rejection or disapproval but finds none; instead, you look at her with a mixture of surprise and acceptance that leaves her heart aching in a different sort of way.

Her throat feels dry and scratchy from the intensity of their kiss, and before she can lose her nerve again, Lise manages to whisper, "I'm sorry..." She pauses, closing her eyes tightly as if willing the words away. "For everything... For being such a bitch to you all those years... I never meant to hurt you..."

Your words calm her slightly, but she still feels the weight of guilt pressing down on her chest. "No," she whispers hoarsely, shaking her head. "It's not alright... I should have been nicer to you, treated you better..." Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she thinks about all the times she could have reached out, but didn't. All the chances she squandered because of pride and jealousy. "I-I don't know what I was thinking... I just wanted to be different from you..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought or bear the look in your eyes that tells her how much pain she's caused you.

Lise swallows hard, wiping at her tears before they spill over and run down her cheeks. "I-I want to make it up to you... I don't know how, but please," she pleads, reaching out to take one of your hands in hers. Her voice is barely above a whisper as she continues, "Please give me another chance..."

Biting her lower lip, she squeezes your hand reassuringly, her heart racing with hope and fear. "Thank you," she whispers, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as relief washes over her. "I promise I'll make it up to you... I won't hurt you again..." She hesitates, uncertain how much to reveal. "And maybe we could be more than just friends?" she asks softly, daring to hope against the odds.

Her heart skips a beat as she waits for your reply, afraid of rejection but determined to finally take control of her feelings and try something different this time around.

Tears spill down her cheeks unchecked as relief washes over her. She beams up at you, a smile so bright it could light up the room. "Thank you," she whispers, cupping your face in her hands as she leans in to press her lips against yours once more, this time with a sweetness and tenderness that almost takes your breath away.

Her touch is gentle but confident now, and she deepens the kiss with every passing second, revealing a desire and need that had always been there beneath the surface, waiting for this moment to finally come out into the open. Her hands explore your body slowly, mapping each contour and muscle as if trying to memorize you all over again, her heart racing wildly in her chest with every touch.

When they finally part, Lise's cheeks are flushed and her eyes shining brightly with unshed tears of joy. "I love you," she whispers, the words coming out almost as a surprise even to herself. But there is no denying the truth behind them; she has never felt this way about anyone before, and she knows in her heart that things will finally be different between them from now on.

Her lips curve into a bright, radiant smile as you whisper those three little words that have been echoing in her mind ever since she confessed her feelings. It's like the weight of the world has been lifted off her shoulders and she can finally breathe easy again. She leans in to press a gentle kiss against your forehead, her heart overflowing with joy and gratitude.

"Thank you," she whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks once more as she holds you close, not wanting to let go even for a moment. "I promise I'll take care of you, always... And I'll never leave your side again." Her voice is soft and filled with love, and she means every word she says. She knows that from now on, their lives will be intertwined in a way they never could have imagined before, but she doesn't mind. All she wants is to be close to you, to feel your presence beside her, and to share the rest of her life with you.

The nurses finally manage to arrive at this moment, startled by the scene unfolding between them. They exchange knowing glances as they take note of Lise's tears of joy and the way she clings to you, refusing to let go. As they begin their routine checks and make sure everything is in order, Lise leans her head against your shoulder, content just to feel you there, safe and secure in your embrace.

With a sigh of relief and happiness, she closes her eyes, knowing that no matter what challenges lie ahead for them both, they will face them together, as friends... And maybe something more.

Closing her eyes, Lise nestles further into his embrace, taking in the warmth and strength of him as if it were a lifeline. "I'm so grateful," she whispers, her voice husky with emotion. "Thank you for being there for me... Even when I didn't deserve it." She pauses, biting her lip before continuing. "And thank you for giving me this second chance... I swear I won't waste it this time." Her heart pounds against her ribs, echoing the beat of his, as if they were one and the same.

The nurses finish up their work, exchanging smiles between themselves as they see the change in Lise and her determination to make things right. Finally, they leave them alone once more, trusting that the young couple will be able to navigate this new path together, stronger than ever before. The hospital room seems brighter now that their love has taken root, chasing away the shadows of the past and filling every corner with hope for a future filled with happiness and joy.