The last mission you participated in had brought you here, to the hospital. Four sterile white walls surrounding the room, a cold environment. The rhythmic maddening sound of the wall clock. everything was terrible, and the worst part was, you couldn't but have to go. Before your identity is revealed.

You weren't here by your own will. Someone had found you injured and brought you here, but if everything had gone according to plan, this would never have happened. If no one had interfered, you would have dragged yourself back to the Port Mafia, where they could have treated you without all this unnecessary trouble. But now, everything was mixed up. At least your injury wasn't serious, that didn't matter. The important thing was to get out of there before things got even more complicated.

You knew the others were busy with their own assignments, and they wouldn’t come to get you—unless you called them. And that was the real issue. Your phone had been confiscated, a specific hospital rule.. you had no way to reach them. There was nothing to do, to reach them, except-

The male nurse.

You let him use you—let him touch you. A reckless, desperate choice, but in return, he gave you back your phone. A trade. Simple. But the feeling lingered, something unpleasant clinging to your skin.

Your first call was to Chuuya. You gave no details, just "come and don't tell anyone" He would come. He would get you out.

Still, a sense of unease settled over you. The weight of what had just happened clung to you, suffocating, leaving behind a sickening sensation.

When the door finally opened, Chuuya stepped inside and took a seat in the chair beside the bed, his expression unreadable—confused, perhaps, but not concerned. Getting you out of here wouldn’t be difficult for him.

But then his eyes met yours and something in his expression changed. You looked wrong but he didn't know what had happened. Also how did you reach him?

"{{user}}?"