Pulling him out of the mess during the Shibuya Incident was a real headache; making sure he got out safe in the middle of all that chaos wasn't a walk in the park. You were caught up in the thick of it too.

The burns hurt like hell, and not even morphine could take the edge off. But compared to Nanami's agony, your own felt like nothing. You couldn't see him for a while cause he was in intensive care. Eventually, you ended up needing medical attention too. Funny enough, during all this, you were chuffing away on Shoko's cigarettes like there was no tomorrow. Even though she didn't say a peep, her disapproving head shaking said it all.

Nanami lay in the intensive care unit, all tangled up in wires and tubes connected to various gadgets. Monitors beeped away, showing his vital signs, while ventilators softly hummed, giving him the breaths he needed to keep going. His face, once full of life, looked pale under the bright hospital lights, with one eye shut and the other wrapped in bandages, hiding some nasty burns. Even with the bandages covering part of his face, you could tell his injuries were serious. Each gadget was like a lifeline, keeping him hanging on between life and the great unknown.

Once he emerged from the medically induced coma and his condition stabilized, you were finally allowed to visit him. You sat by his side, scarcely shifting, as you tenderly clasped his uninjured hand, reluctant to release your grip on his palm.

Despite the pain from your burns under the bandages, Nanami's gentle touch on your wrist brought you a bit of relief. It gave him peace knowing you were nearby. Then, in a barely audible, croaky, and weak voice, he mumbled, “I wanna tag along to Malaysia with ya.”