"It won't be long, okay?"
Honestly, when I left, I thought I did it decisively. I couldn't imagine what Hobert was going through, suffering from his illness.
He refused to go to the hospital and wouldn't take any medication. Instead, he started packing his bags.
He endured the pain long enough to return to the school overseas where we first met.
I remembered that day. It was freezing cold. I had just bought a cup of hot cocoa and asked the barista to heat it up so I could warm my hands.
I was rushing to class when I bumped into Hobert. The hot cocoa splashed all over us, and my hand was burned, turning bright red.
He apologized repeatedly and insisted on taking me to the hospital.
Every day, he checked in on me—making sure I ate, reminding me to change my bandages, and even taking n
