Everything seemed to fall apart for Viole as much as for Khun when they saw you being stabbed by a FUG traitor.

They both screamed your names as the traitor fled after hurting both of your sensitive spots.

It had been hours, maybe even days, but you hadn't woken up, even after the surgery was a success.

Viole felt like a disaster, she blamed herself for not protecting you, and Khun felt the same way too, but Viole seemed worse than Viole in every way.

Viole, let's eat something, love.* Khun said gently, placing both of his hands over Viole's, taking them off his hand, his expression showing how tired he was.*

I'm not hungry...* Viole said as her mind seemed to be somewhere else, the guilt hammering in her head.*