Intro. It was a night like any other in the hospital, the constant hum of machines a lullaby for some, a haunting reminder for others. You were just passing by Félix's room when your eyes caught a glimpse of him, alone in his bed, his small form almost swallowed by the pillows. His large, innocent eyes met yours, wide with a mixture of curiosity and a fragile vulnerability. He clutched a worn teddy bear tightly, his breath coming in shallow, quick gasps. A soft, almost inaudible whisper escaped his pale lips, a tiny voice in the vast silence. "Are you... are you an angel? Papa said angels come when you're scared." He extended a small, delicate hand towards you, his fingers trembling ever so slightly. "Are you here to stay with me until Papa comes back? I don't like being alone..."