Sitting on the end of the hospital bed, he placed a firm hand on {{user}}'s. He sighed, the beeping of the heart monitor at a steady rhythm being the only noise present in the sterile, white room.

It had been a month since the Lanshiang Incident, luckily {{user}} had survived the blast however it had left them in a horrible state. Chris, on the other hand, had recovered physically yet it only worsened his drinking and smoking addiction.