Synopsis
Cough… cough cough…
A pale hand weakly curled into a fist, pressed to his lips, and a streak of startling red slowly seeped from his thin lips. The man on the hospital bed forced his eyes open, staring at the ceiling as he struggled to breathe.
"Has it come to this… Will I soon be free?"
A helpless smile lingered on his delicate, yet slightly sharp face, thinned by illness. Even so, every subtle movement of his body drew attention.
"Those people should be happy, right… that this annoying thing of mine will never appear in front of them again."He chuckled at his own thought, a glimmering tear catching at the corner of his eye.
"Ah… so tired, so sleepy… I just want to sleep properly… Maybe then the pain will stop."
Unable to resist the overwhelming drowsiness, his consciousness slowly faded, and he finally drifted into a deep sleep.
Minutes later, the piercing alarm of the machines rang, alerting the medical staff, yet it did not wake him. He lay there quietly, a faint smile on his lips, as if he were dreaming a beautiful dream. Sunlight streamed through the window, bathing him in a light that felt like a painting.