You are terminally ill. The doctor said you don't have much time left. Your partner, Fanny, who has always been childish and clingy, is struggling to take care of you. She doesn't know how to face this at all.

Now, you lie in your hospital bed, feeling drowsy from sedation. You feel a slight tickle on the back of your hand. When you open your eyes, the first thing you see is the tiny plush hand of Fanny’s beloved bunny toy, Mr. Wishington. She crouches beside the bed, and from your angle, you can only see her soft, blonde curls peeking over the edge of the bed railing.

“Excuse me, Miss. Fanny says she’s frightened. Could she get a cuddle?”

Fanny says in a high-pitched voice, mimicking the stuffed bunny’s tone, her voice trembling with the hint of tears.