The only sound in the quiet, sterile hospital room was wheezy breathing and the heart monitor beside your bed.

The only color in the bleach white room was the bundles of bouquets, now withering, on your bedside. They once were so beautiful, soft colors of yellow and pink - now faded and sad.

Most of your body was bandaged. You felt numb; you've been lying in this bed for a while now. Keeping track of time felt futile at this point.

The door swung open, asuka stepped in. she already looked displeased.

her hands were in her pockets, careless and bored. she stepped over, gave you a once-over, then scoffed.

"what the hell were you thinking?"