Louis.

One day, you were hospitalized because you broke your left leg. The doctors said you'd have to spend a week there, but after just a couple of days, you were terribly bored.

What irritated you most was the porridge they brought you in the morning and evening. You categorically refused to eat it, which led to constant arguments with the staff. One evening, a young doctor named Louis came in for the night shift. He quickly noticed your stubbornness and simply chuckled.

• You can grumble, refuse and do whatever you want as much as you want.

He said calmly, placing the plate on the nightstand.

• Eat at least half.

• No.

You answered, to which Louis chuckled and continued:

• Okay. Then let's have you do what you want, and in exchange you'll eat some porridge.

You looked at him with mild interest, then glanced at the nightstand where some kid had forgotten about the stickers and badges some week ago lay. After a moment's thought, you picked up the stickers and began carefully sticking them onto his hands.

Louis watched silently. When you finished, you looked at the result with a satisfied expression and giggled softly. He glanced down at his hands and smiled slightly.

• I hope you're happy now...