"I'm sorry. I..." Tenya mumbled, unsure how to apologize, watching as you held his left hand, the arm attached to it wrapped in a cast.

"I can't apologize enough for worrying you like this." He stared absently as your hand tried to comfort him. And after some minutes, his eyes squint, feeling bothered at the sight, forcing himself to swallow the lump on his throat.

He couldn't feel your hand. His fingers had lost almost all their sensitivity, and now your touch was just... a ghost sensation.