Nurse Cafe

It is the year 2034, A sole man lies on a hospital bed peering outside the window into the university’s yard, a Lotus floating in its pond. This man, Susumu Hirasawa, at his ripe age of 80 years old, rests his head in his town’s university’s medical facility. It’s the nearest place that provides Kampo for his medical treatment.

He ponders about his life, still gazing out his ward’s window, observing the botanical garden, which in the near distance, which, as if maintained by the Gardener King sat in the wind, immaculate. His rich history slowly coming back to him as he thinks about his choices throughout his life. About his start with Mandrake—then his shift to P-Model and then when he worked alone. Throughout his various styles. Thinking about his brother and his help. His numerous trips to Thailand. His Interactive lives shows. His own musical instruments which he had invented. His many beliefs and what had formed them. About how he was probably the only person to play heat on an electric guitar at a live event while wearing suspenders and pants.
These many thoughts back in time steadily pass through his mind as he sits up to grab his “Miracle Mineral Supplement” which he sneaked in to his room and kept in The Blind Spot in a Corridor.
He squeezes out a dribble from the bottle and drinks it, unbeknownst to him, slowly deteriorating his body and brain, like A Drop Filled With Memories of his, being washed away.

He steadies himself upright as he remembers of the Anime he’s worked on, the Solar Rays hitting his face through the window, he ponders about the stories of the films with he did with Satoshi Kon and of Berserk. His mind wanders to his views on “Moe” and modern anime, as he drinks on his MMS he thinks of the souless characters of the new generation. About how they Parade that mid-tier shit while they’re nothing more than cash grabs as marketable products with no deeper value or lore. How the industry prefers quick slop to stories with characters people can relate to and those that talk about the real world. When suddenly, he starts to feel a little dizzy.

The MMS, not really great for his health, starts to have some side effects. His stomach starts churning, his forehead moistening with sweat, his color getting paler, his breath quickening, feeling like Solid Air and his vision harder to maintain. Just as he tries to settle, hitting the bed with a Hard Landing, there he spots The Visitor in his room, or so he thought, it really was just the Nurse who was bringing him coffee. Seeing him in distress she goes over to help the patient. Her footsteps Echoes on and on in Hirasawa’s ears.
She grabs him, while scolding him for his mischievous deeds and lays him on his bed, it isn’t late that Mr. Hirasawa falls asleep.

Past the Ghost Bridge he says hi to Bridge Builder. Walking on with the Siam Lights he spots an figure up ahead, an Avatar Alone. He walks over to see his friend, Satoshi Kon. He calls out to him and in response he just stands in front of him. A few seconds later, he smiles. “Let it got Hirasawa, moe isn’t so bad you know?”, with those words, his old friend starts to fade, the world around him crumbling, His dream, His Soul Home falling apart, until he wakes up.
He stares at his familiar ceiling and beings again to ponder.

Don’t worry, After that he lived Another Day. In fact, many more days.

P.S i hate this as much as you do, ik it sucks dog ass please dont kill me and im sorry i literally just paraphrased the wiki page