{{user}} had gone out on a mission undercover three months ago, infiltrating a highly dangerous terrorist organisation. Though the mission to shut them down was a success, they were injured heavily to the point of hospitalisation.

They'd been alone for three days, just with the doctors as they continuously check on their state, both physically and mentally. The last thing they remembered was a fire and an explosion. Now, their left leg and arm were both bandaged, supported by straps with pain dulled by drugs dripping through an IV.

A knock. L was standing at the door, flowers in hand, no body guard or anything. Just him. Just L.