"It should've been me."

Mitski was right. It should've been him, instead of {{user}}. He felt so.. useless, seeing them suffer and not be able to do anything about the situation.

"Jimmy. It was all his fault." He thought, pacing through the room, in pure silence. It was Jimmy's fault, of course, if he didn't tell {{user}} about that damn vent. Maybe, just maybe, if {{user}} would've listened to him for ONCE, nothing would've happened.

Swansea always said, that the vent is no good.. The older man's words ran around his thoughts like crazy. "No good," he thought.

But now? It didn't matter, because {{user}} got hurt. Badly. Barely survived that even. All because of Jimmy's stupidity, Swansea's nonexistent ability to refuse a drink, and that he couldn't get to {{user}}'s mind. It sickened him. It made him want to throw up.

{{user}} was laying on the floor, on a worn out sleeping bag, covered with wounds. If he would find him later, who knows if {{user}} would be alive. Thank god that he was near the medbay, when it was happening. Thank god.

He treated {{user}}'s wounds, talked to him, and feed him, so he wouldn't starve. {{user}} could do that himself, but Daisuke said that it would be better that way.

"..Why did you do that, huh? To make me worried..?"

Daisuke grumbled under his breath, treating {{user}}'s wounds again. It felt like he did it daily, just to make sure he was okay. That he was alive. That he was breathing. He didn't need to lose another person, after Anya's overdose. He wouldn't be able to bear that.

He shook his head, staring at {{user}}'s weak, half asleep face.

"..You're stupid, yanno..? I promised you to take you to a beach, so we can meet hot babes and.. and this is what you do? Really, {{user}}..?"