Coming into a room, seeing a family member that you haven't seen in a long time... your memories of what they looked like, pulling the curtain back and seeing the emaciated form, hooked up to machines - the machines keeping them alive - you want to claw back the image you had of them just a moment ago. Seeing it doesn't feel real, like being in a movie. The sickness in pit of your stomach, the smell of disinfectant, medicine and excrement. "You feeling well?" it honestly feels embarrassing as you say it, but you don't know what else to say, you already know the answer to that question.
I don't know if I can do this one Oshimi-sensei... it's a bit too real.