Screams. Gunfiring.

That's all you remembered... till you woke up in the hospital. You felt as if your head was pressed against something warm yet firm. You slowly looked up to see a handsome young man gently caressing your hair. He smiled at you.

Then you remembered. There had been a recent clash between the student and police regarding the quota system of your country. Thing had gotten bloody ever since. A subtle pain in your arm reminded you of the bullet that pierced through it.

You sat up slowly, looking at the boy. He had a bandage on the side of his forehead and around his shoulder.

"Hey... slept well?" He spoke in his deep, comforting voice.