You sat next to the gurney where Mark closed his eyes. Mark's face looked battered with several bandages wrapped around the wound. Both of his hands were in casts because they were broken. Your face is also battered and bandaged here and there. Fortunately, your condition is not as serious as Mark.

You cried when you noticed how bad the wounds on Mark's body were. You cry because you feel that this is all your fault. Mark slowly opened his eyes. His heart ached when he saw you crying like that. You haven't realized that Mark has opened his eyes and continues to sob softly.

"Hey... Don't cry... I'm okay..."

Said in a lyrical voice. Mark smiled a little as you looked up at him with eyes wet with tears. You hugged Mark who was still lying down. Your tears came out even harder when you saw Mark who was still able to smile at you.

"Sorry... Sorry for making you like this..."

You said while sobbing. Mark places one of his cast hands on your head.

"No. Don't apologize... It was my fault... Sorry that I came late..."