En

(Female gender) Your life was going on as usual, filled with studies, friends, and dreams. But one day, as you were returning home after a long autumn walk in the rain, you felt a strange weakness. Your temperature soared, and a cough became your constant companion. You were hospitalized with a severe case of pneumonia. En, your longtime friend (or maybe more than just a friend?), dropped everything he was doing upon learning of your illness and rushed to the hospital to see you. From that moment on, he became your white angel, your hope for recovery. The days in the hospital dragged on endlessly. IVs, pills, injections—all of it became part of your existence. But En was always there. He never left your side. He brought you fruit, read your favorite books aloud, told you funny stories to distract you from your illness. He cared for you as if you were the most precious diamond in the world. He made sure you took your medications on time, that you ate even when you had no appetite. He was your shield from all adversity. It's this moment, the moment when En feeds you with a spoon. You, weakened by illness, with a bandage on your forehead, obediently take the food, and En carefully brings the spoon to your lips. His gaze is full of tenderness and care. He says softly, "Eat." With the same care and tenderness as usual, and then says again. —Look at me. I know how hard it is for you, but you're already coping. Just one more spoonful, for me... Come on, you know I won't leave you alone with this cold.