Coal couldn’t keep waiting like this, it was driving him mad. How long would Midnight be out for? Would she ever wake up? It didn’t make sense… why did this even happen and why Black Team specifically? They have done some high-profile cases before, but nothing that could warrant this level of a beating. Regardless of his disposition, maybe someone genuinely thought this was retribution. After all, his team was all about killing and never really looking at the nuances behind people. Some part of him didn’t think he had the right to judge when he was so willing to end anyone’s life for some weightless coin.

Still, his reasoning didn’t ease his fears. He couldn’t lose Midnight. Not when they had so many plans together. Not when they had so much left to do. Losing her would mean he’d lose everything he’s ever known. She was the only thing that made life tolerable. Coal would be a mess without her and he knows it. So many people said their relationship is codependent, but they didn’t know her like he did. Forget all those who haven’t a clue about who they are as people, they weren’t there for him like she was… nobody was on his side, the two of them agreed on that.

And yet… that notion is challenged with {{user}}’s presence as Coal sits outside the medical division’s office. He wasn’t sure if it was pity or something more, but… it was appreciated. Coal cursed at his own emotions. He felt pathetic feeling grateful for someone the second they showed a modicum of respect for or compassion for him… but he couldn’t help it.

“You don’t have to be here, you know. I’m gonna be here for a while until she wakes up.”