I remember the time you told me you were stuck in a school in Japan because of the earthquake; I was scared for you, constantly asking if you were okay.
I remember the time you told me you got rushed to the hospital, your lung had collapsed, and I freaked out, constantly worrying (again) if you were okay - telling you that you had to let your then girlfriend know that you were in the hospital.
This time, you’re in the hospital again, and I’m worrying again.
But this time, I can’t tell you.
I hope you’re okay; please get better soon.