Two young boys, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. Ashton was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other boy, Michael, had to spend all his time flat on his back. The boys talked for hours on end. They spoke to their families, their friends. But in the back of their mind, they always waited for them to leave. To adore eachother company. They loved eachother, but they wouldn't admit, cause they knew that their love is ticking bomb in their short life.
