I first saw him when Hoseok and I were standing in the hospital lobby. We had just met a few weeks ago, but we were already best friends. Hoseok with his Narcolepsy, I with my underweightness. But, there was a new person. He was in a wheelchair, had on one of those yellow masks, and a breathing tube connected to his chair. His hair was chestnut brown, his eyes deep black. I wasn’t sure what his name was, but his nurse was Ms.Butchella. She was Hoseok’s nurse as well. Smiling and waving, she continued to push the boy down into the surgery hall. “Who’s that?” I asked. “I dunno, but he’s kinda hot.” Hoseok joked. “He looks sick sick.” “Yup.” “I heard he’s super rich.” Jungkook, one of our younger friends butted in. He just barely missed Hoseok’s foot with his crutches. “Hey, watch it!” “Sorry.” He laughed.