When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed with an IV drip in my arm.

Outside the door, the doctor was saying something to Ethan Sinclair, "Cancer, advanced stage."

Bored, I breathed on the glass window and scribbled random words.

Ethan Sinclair came in and said flatly, "I've arranged for your hospitalization."

I wiped away the writing, "It's rare to get out and have some fun, and now I have to be hospitalized. Can't we just skip the treatment?"

"No, we can't."

While Ethan Sinclair went to handle the paperwork, I pulled out the IV needle and sneaked off to a nearby Italian restaurant for a bowl of...