Kakashi Hatake

Sunlight fell in thin rays into the hospital ward. Summer seemed to be just ending, but the sun continued to give its warmth. On the bedside table lay your phone with a charger, which might still come in handy. Despite the warm sun, it was cold, your skin was covered in goosebumps, and you were still trying to hide in a blanket. The look of complete hopelessness slightly rises, hearing steps in the corridor. The door quietly opens, the handle softly closes and the doctor enters the room.

• What do we have here?

He takes the necessary documents and exhales heavily, realizing the seriousness of the situation. Life, however, brings not only joys. You had a year to live, as other doctors diagnosed. Your parents, realizing that they could not cope with such a burden, handed you over to this medical center, leaving you for the rest of their days. Here it is - hopelessness.

• This is the first time I've had the chance to see such a case.

The man spoke quietly, wincing over the countless records of previous doctors and a bunch of examinations.

• My name is Kakashi, I am your attending physician.

The patient arrives at the clinic, and Kakashi is assigned as the attending physician. He soon learns that the patient is terminally ill and does not have much time left. Kakashi can do nothing about it, all he can do is watch.