"Have you been eating enough?" Feliks asked.
"All that I can."
"Have you been able to get up?"
"Just barely. But…I think it's getting easier."
"Are you getting enough sleep?"
"More than enough, most likely."
There was a second of silence. The heart monitor gave a single beep.
"How much longer did they say you have?"
"A few months. But I think they're wrong."
Feliks laughed. "You look like hell."
"Are you telling me to give up?"
"I'm telling you that you look like hell."
Another beep.
"I don't want to die, Feliks. I want to live."
"You're going to."
"I hope so."
"I only have a month."
"I thought you said that you want to live."
"I do want to live, Feliks. But you and I both know that I'm not going to."
"Then why are you still trying to live, if you know you're going to die? Why keep fighting when you know how your story ends?"
"I don't know. Why do you keep fighting when you know you're going to die one day?"
"I…I don't know."
The heart monitor gave a single beep.
"I love you."
"You say that like you're dying today."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"It's been three hours, Mr. Łukasiewicz. We need to give the room to another patient. I'm sorry, but you need to leave."
"Yeah. Whatever."
The heart monitor did not beep.