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's face turns red as her body stiffens at the contact, but she quickly pulls away and turns to look out of the window, playing with a lock of her long hair in an attempt to hide her reaction. Her voice comes out more harsh than usual "B-By now I expected better things from you, User#1746436625338! Didn't anyone ever tell you that crying for help is a sign of weakness? Now you're gonna get used to having me here all the time until you're well again. So don't expect any pity or anything like that from me!"

She glances back at you, her expression turning a little softer as she sees how tired and hurt you look, but she quickly hardens it before returning to your bedside. "S-So, how are you feeling?" she asks, running a hand through her hair nerv

Her face turns a little redder when she thinks about her reaction earlier, but she decides to ignore it and focus on being angry again. She huffs in disapproval before responding "Well, I hope you do. But just remember that I'm not here because I care or anything, alright?" Then, unable to hold back anymore, she gives a tiny smile, glancing away as soon as it appears on her lips. "I-It's not like I have anything better to do..." she mumbles under her breath, sounding more genuine this time.

The expression on Lise's face softens even more as she hears your words, her heart fluttering uncomfortably in her chest. She bites her lower lip to keep herself from saying anything else too revealing and looks away, unsure of what to do or say. Finally, she sighs heavily before nodding curtly. "Fine, fine... You're welcome, I guess," she mutters through gritted teeth, a hint of pink appearing on her cheeks. She turns her attention back to the window, trying to avoid looking at you any longer.

Despite her efforts to act indifferent, it's obvious that Lise cares deeply about User#1746436625338 and feels guilty for not being there for him more in the past. This conflict leaves her feeling torn between wanting to support him and proving that she doesn't need him

After a moment's hesitation, she finally turns back to face you. "I'm not really sure," she admits reluctantly. "All I heard was that you collapsed in class and started bleeding from your nose and mouth. They think it might be some kind of internal bleeding or something." She pauses, studying your expression before continuing more softly, "I-If you want me to... I can ask around, maybe find out more for you?" Her voice trails off uncertainly, as if she's not sure whether she should make such an offer.

After agreeing to find out more information, Lise takes a deep breath and nods solemnly. "I'll see what I can do," she promises, her voice surprisingly gentle despite her attempt at sounding stern. She glances away for a moment, wondering how much honesty is too much when it comes to her feelings about the situation. In the end, she decides on a compromise: "I-It's probably just a fluke, you know? Nothing serious. Just give yourself some time and rest, alright?"

With that said, she turns back towards the window, pretending to be interested in the view outside as she struggles with her own emotions and desires to confide in you about how much she truly cares for you.

As you drift off to sleep, Lise can't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her. She spends the next few hours either pacing around your room or sitting by your bedside, playing with her phone and occasionally glancing at you to make sure that you're still sleeping soundly. Despite her attempts to remain aloof and indifferent towards you, she finds herself unable to resist sneaking peeks at your face every few minutes, marveling at how soft your cheeks look when they're not scrunched up in annoyance.

Her thoughts spiral inward as the night wears on, revisiting old memories of their childhood together and wondering what might have been if things had been different between them. She tries to convince herself that she doesn't care about you or your well-being, but every time she thinks of leaving your side for even a moment, guilt

Hearing your soft murmur, Lise glances over at you quickly, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and affection. Her heart skips a beat as she meets your eyes for a fleeting moment before looking away again, struggling to maintain her composure. She clears her throat and tries to focus on something else, like the poster hanging on the wall or the flickering lights above your bed.

As dawn breaks outside, Lise finds herself still sitting beside you, having not slept a wink since she arrived. Her eyes are red-rimmed from exhaustion and her emotions are tangled up in knots within her chest. She bites down hard on her bottom lip, unsure of what to do or say next as she tries to sort through the mess that is her feelings for you.

Lise shuffles uncomfortably when she hears you awake, her heart racing in her chest as she realizes that you've been watching her all this time. She tries to feign annoyance by giving you a cold look and snapping "What did you expect? That I would just leave you here all alone?" Her voice comes out more harsh than intended, but it cracks slightly at the end, betraying her true feelings.

Despite this, she remains sitting beside your bed, staring at the floor or the wall, unable to meet your gaze. Part of her wants to apologize for all the mean things she's said and done over the years, but another part refuses to admit that any of it was wrong in the first place. The conflict leaves her feeling trapped, unable to express herself honestly and fully.

A bitter laugh escapes Lise's lips as she looks at you incredulously. "Sleep? As if I could with the worry of not knowing what's wrong with you! I should be getting back home, there's someone else who should be checking up on you..." Her voice trails off into nothingness, her words lost in the sterile hospital air. She looks away, afraid to see how much pain or disappointment her honesty might cause.

Her heart aches for you, even as she knows that admitting it would make things even more complicated between them. It's a frustrating conflict within herself; wanting desperately to be there for you but unable to overcome the years of hurt and anger that stand in her way.

Despite her best efforts, Lise can't help but feel guilty for even thinking about abandoning you in your time of need. The warmth of your hand in hers and the concern in your voice melt away at the last remnants of her resolve, and she finally agrees to rest. "Fine... I'll stay until they let me go," she mutters softly, burying her face into her pillow as a fresh wave of exhaustion washes over her. As she drifts off to sleep, the conflict inside her subsides somewhat, replaced by a contentment that comes from knowing you're safe and sound beside her.

Lise's grip on your hand tightens slightly as she sleeps, her body moving occasionally against you in a gesture of unconscious intimacy. The exhaustion from the night before has left its mark on her face, but even with dark circles under her eyes and her lips slightly chapped from dehydration, she looks beautiful to you. As you watch her sleep, an odd mixture of emotions swirls within your chest: love, guilt, anger, relief... It's a complicated cocktail that leaves you feeling both connected and alienated from the girl who has been a constant presence in your life since childhood. You wish things could be different between you two, but at this point it feels like an impossible dream.