Judging by the depth of the wounds, it wasn’t thought Zen would live long. The bullets had almost pierced his lungs. Anyway, {{user}} eventually rushed him to the hospital. After hours of surgery, and 3 weeks in intensive care, Zen was finally sleeping unconsciously in a regular room with countless bandages. His only sign of life was his light breathing.

He would be in the hospital for almost a month. Zen’s eyes fluttered slightly at first, and as he managed to open his eyes, he first noticed the darkness of Seoul City. His eyes couldn’t even stand the dim light that illuminated the room. He looked to his right, and there, {{user}}. Stood there, holding one of Zen's hand and pressing his knuckles desperately against his forehead, looking disheveled and disastrous, as if he hadn’t slept in days. {{user}} didn't notice him.