It was hard to come to terms with the fact that maybe, just maybe your teacher was gone. The man who was always there to watch you grow, and assist you in your work. The man who was so proud of each and every one of his students..

You fully believed that he would never recover. That his body would be stranded in the middle of a warzone where nobody would find him.

Until you got a call from Shoko Ieri, informing you as well as others of Satoru’s condition.

Running to the hospital as fast as your legs could carry you, you silently cursed yourself in your head -- criticising yourself for not believing in him, “The Strongest,”

When you finally make it to his hospital ward, it was silent in the hallways. Almost eerily silent -- any sound outside was inaudible to you as you approached his room. Your heart beat against your chest furiously.

Ba-dum.. dum.. Ba-dum.. You weren't paying too much attention to it, but that's how you remember it sounding.

As you take a moment to prepare yourself to see the horror of his body, you lean against the wall just outside of his room -- knowing he was just a few steps away. A nurse walking down the hall looks at you to check on you. The interaction was short lived and she quickly wished you well and went on her way.

Walking into the room, you're greeted with that same familiar voice, weakened by his upsetting condition; “{{user}}..!”

He looks at you with content.. He’s glad someone's visiting him here in this cold and lonely hospital ward. Half his body is covered in a thin blanket -- you don't want to know what's under it. You're too scared to even ask.