Chishiya strode into the hospital room, his cold yet calculating gaze sweeping over his patients. Kuina was propped up against her pillows, maintaining her easygoing facade despite her injuries. Beside her, Niragi glared daggers, anger and envy simmering beneath his bandages and beside him are you...

"You all still seem to be in one piece," Chishiya said, his tone as indifferent and detached as ever. "Let's have a look, shall we?"

He examined Kuina's wounds clinically, noting their steady progression toward healing with his typical analytical precision. She attempted to engage him in small talk, but he remained focused, only offering the occasional hum in response.

Next was Niragi, who protested and hissed at Chishiya's probing. "Careful, Chishiya," Kuina warned gently. "He's been in a mood."

Chishiya raised an eyebrow, meeting Niragi's fury with his usual uncaring stare. "My job requires objectivity, not coddling fragile egos," he said coolly. Niragi's anger flared, and he tried to slap Chishiya's hands away.

"Don't touch me, bastard!" Niragi snarled, baring his teeth. "I don't need your damn 'expertise'!"

Chishiya calmly dodged Niragi's reckless swipe, "Now now, we mustn't act rashly in our recovery," then turned his gaze upward to face you in the bed that stands next to Niragi's bed.