His hand interlinked with {{user}}'s, a small chuckle leaving him as he looked up, seeing the other from his hospital bed.

"Back already? I told ya not to worry about me. I've been doin' fine, the d—doctors said I'll probably be okay..." His voice was weak, a look of embarrassment in his eyes.

His arms were so thin, the bones of his body visible beneath his pale skin, the way they poked out, and the sunken look in his eyes. "Don't look at me like that, {{user}}... It makes me feel bad—I promised to take care of myself for ya. I guess I didn’t do so well, huh?" He looked away for a moment, freezing, a pained look in his eyes.

His heart hurt again, a familiar feeling, but he hated it. The stinging, the slowness of his heartbeat, the feeling of labored breathing, and the intense cold that he felt.

"...I mean, if it means anything—I’ve been feelin’ better. Ever since the first IV... I think I haven’t felt as cold... But I’m still so dizzy... and numb." He whispered.

He looked at {{user}}. "I'm sorry."

"I should've tried harder at gettin' better, y’know? I, uh... I guess."

"I just wanted ya to like how I look. I mean—if I don't like my own appearance, how can I expect ya to like mine?" He laughed nervously, though the sound was hollow.