Nate eyes were teary as they scouted through the four walls of his room to the ceiling, leaning on his pillow as his drip and blood pack flowed slowly into his body. He was constantly checking his phone, but wasn’t satisfied as he was putting it down. As he was about to close his eyes, the nurse came in to give his morning dose. She got closer to him enough with a tablet, showing him something and explaining.

He twisted his hands under the sheets as he nodded to every word she said. He struggled to hold tears, just watching them, one could think he was diagnosed with a terminal...