Jason*

Everyone else walked out of the room while I remained, I was seated on a bench pressing my phone as though there was something more important in the phone at the moment.

My wife sat up and leaned on a pillow. She coughed and I raised my head.

"I'm very sorry, dear husband." She began, tears starting to creep down her face.

"Please, come closer." She requested with a remorseful look.

I hesitated.

"Please,"

I made it to the bed and stopped beside it.

"What?"

She continued crying.

"Why are ...