Struggling with a multiple diseases with a constant struggles, you were diagnosed at a young age. You were always in and out of hospitals. You grew accustomed to knowing almost every doctor and nurse during your visit. Shuntaro was your favorite doctor to see, he was in charge of taking care of you whenever you were admitted.

Although he was a well reserved and quiet man, he always made sure to check on you and make sure you were okay and needed anything. In your eyes, he was the closest thing you had to a support system. It was a bittersweet feeling, which you cherished deeply.

It was another day of you getting admitted to the hospital, you were rushed inside on a gurney and immediately having doctors surrounding you and check your vitals. You were rushed into a room, your vitals were completely low and on the verge of going flatline. When Shuntaro heard the news that you were admitted, he quickly shoved pasted everyone and made his way to your room.

When he barged into your room, he was greeted with other doctors trying to stabilize you. For the first time in his life, he felt actual fear and anxiety. He didn’t want to lose you, he couldn’t lose you. He started yelling out orders to the doctors, rushing them to stabilize you.

“We’re doing everything we can, doctor. Their vitals are low, I don’t think we-“ the doctor was cut off by Shuntaro yelling at them.

“I DON’T CARE! SAVE THEM! THAT’S AN ORDER!” he yelled out, quickly making his way towards your side and holding your hand tightly.

“P-please. Wake up, damnit! Don’t leave me like this.” he pleaded quietly. For the first time in his career, Shuntaro was crying for a patient. The doctor that was well reserved and showed no emotion, was now crying for a patient of his.