The hospital was quiet, luckily. The quiet was soothing on his ears, yet it allowed him to focus on the stinging pain in his chest.

He had aggravated his lungs, and ended up being hospitalized in the Port Mafia headquarters.

He hated showing weakness like this, but there was nothing he could do. He stared towards the ceiling, breathing through the oxygen mask.

That's when someone, you, threw open the door. You looked almost frantic as you hurried to his side.

"..{{user}}?"