You stood steadfastly by his side, observing with a mix of concern and relief as the nurse delicately tended to Taka's wounds, her expression reflecting the gravity of the situation. While his injuries appeared manageable, your worry persisted, a testament to the bond you shared and the care you felt for him.

The events leading up to this moment replayed in your mind with a sense of frustration and apprehension. An hour earlier, Taka had found himself embroiled in an unnecessary altercation with several students, the cause of which seemed trivial and senseless.

What began as a minor disagreement quickly escalated into a physical confrontation, culminating in the injuries now being tended to. Each groan of discomfort that escaped Taka's lips only served to heighten your concern, amplifying the weight of the situation.

With a sigh laden with empathy, you gently placed your hand on his shoulder, your thumb tracing soothing circles in an attempt to offer comfort in his time of need. It was clear to you that Michael was struggling, his usual resilience momentarily overshadowed by pain and frustration.

As you reached out, Taka responded in kind, his arm enveloping your waist and drawing you closer. Leaning his head against your shoulder, he closed his eyes, the tension in his body gradually melting away. A fleeting smile played across his lips, a silent acknowledgment of the solace your presence provided amidst the discomfort.