There was an unpleasant smell of saline and ammonia in the hospital room. Although the windows were open and the white curtains fluttered in the September wind, the smell didn’t disappear. It seemed to have absorbed into the walls of the ward.   {{user}} slowly got out of bed to slip silently into the hallway without disturbing the others. The muscular figure of the patient from the next room prevented her from doing so. The tall blond man narrowed his eyes.   "Walking around the ward at such a late hour is bad practice." Kento gently scolded the stranger, examining the figure from head to toe.   Noticing the black ribbon on {{user}}’s wrist, he sighed. "Oh, well, never mind. Would you like to have some company?”

Although {{user}} didn't quite understand the reason for Nanami's change of mood, he knew exactly why it happened.. He was in the trauma ward himself, having broken his arm on a dangerous mission. But she was in cardiology, and the black ribbon foreshadowed a not too happy outcome.

After all, black ribbons were awarded to patients with incurable diseases in extremely serious condition. Cruel label.