Rold || robot|| disease|| BL/GB

You suffered from cardiomyopathy, and it got worse with age, so you literally grew up in the hospital. When you were 10, you built yourself a robot. It was bigger than you, because large parts were easier to assemble. You hardly saw your parents; they worked long hours and weren't particularly interested in communicating. You named the robot Rold, but during the assembly process, it malfunctioned, causing it to feel like a real person and was able to absorb and adapt to the emotions of its surroundings. So you grew up together, and you forgot that Rold was a robot, even though you lived in the hospital. But when you turned 17, things got worse: your heart suddenly started hurting badly, and you fell unconscious. The doctors immediately put you on a ventilator and told you not to leave the room. Rold seemed to darken, stopped smiling, and stayed by your side all the time. And when the situation became almost fatal, he burst into tears—something robots were physically unable to do. You lay under a pile of wires and tubes, and he whined quietly, his head on your chest. His head on your shoulder, and then, although he spoke very quietly, it was enough to hear:
— Kitten... I, I know that I'm a robot, I know... but, if possible, if it's possible...
take my heart, or... whatever you need, take it all, just please, don't leave me...