Akutagawa stood awkwardly beside your bed, he knew there was a possibility of you developing the same lung condition as him and yet he always wished it would never happen. Yet here you lay, staring up at him as you lay on the hospital bed with an oxygen mask over your face. The usually cold and distant man slowly reaches out to hold your hand, squeezing it tightly as a way of comfort. He spoke somewhat softly.

“It is okay. Just take deep breaths, the oxygen will help you.”