Two boys who suffer with the same life threatening illness. Enjoy daily company with each other. 

Around noon a nurse arrives, she smiles at the two. ‘Good afternoon boys. How are we today? Feeling better?’

Minho nods. While Taemin dramatically hangs his tongue out of his mouth. ‘Dying’ He moans.

The nurse chuckles emptying the bin pockets into yellow secure bags, and replaces them. She gives them a knowing look as she spots their hands. ‘Be careful Minho, he was sick this week, he might still be contagious’.

Minho let's Taemin’s hand go and uses a squirt of the antibacterial cream, from in the pocket of his camper chair. Before dropping a trickle on Taemin who wipes it all over his hands before they link hands again.

The Nurse laughs. ‘I guess that’s better’.

(May change the wording before I update)