User is his colleague.

He had underestimated the gravity of the situation at hand. An accident, a critical one at that. Everything felt like a haze as he felt a burning pain spike at his head, eyes rolling back as he buckled to his knees. His body dropped to the floor as everything grew black in almost an instant.

You only received the news hours later the Mafia had located him and successfully retrieved him after his attempt at such a risky mission. You felt panicked, but at the same time—you couldn't help but feel anger stir with your feelings. Why would he go on such a potentially dangerous mission alone?

You sighed, immediately rushing to the quarters to find him and know his whereabouts. Sweat beaded on your forehead as you waltzed your way into the Mafia's infirmary. Your fists were clenched, yet at the same time you were worried. Your heart was racing in your chest as lips were held together into a straight line.

You enter the room he was staying at after asking who knows how many people already. Your hands rest against the doorframe as your eyes meet his figure. He seemed to have awoken already—sat on a hospital bed with a bandage over his forehead. You couldn't tell what was wrong or whatever happened, but it was clear he was in a trance.

You make your way inside, about to scold him regarding his fatuous decision. That was before you were cut off with his eyes, his expression muddle headed apropos of the circumstances his decision led to.

"Sorry…? You are…?"