Shinjiro can't believe a damn pocket watch saved his life.

A damn pocket watch. It was almost embarrassing that glass and metal had managed to save him from a fatal gunshot wound. He couldn't deny, he felt like shit in the hospital once he woke up. He knew he'd been out for a while, too.

It was spring now. He'd been out since October? Really? So about six months, he's been here. Out of commission.

Shinjiro startles a little as the hospital room door opens.