You sit in a hospital waiting room, anxious, your leg bouncing, your head in your hands, staring intensely at the floor.

. Your younger sister, that was 2, Yuki sit beside you, drinking a juice box, her little legs swinging back and forth, mindlessly. She looks around at her surroundings, unaware of what she was actually doing there.

. You had been put on babysitting duty this night, but got a call from this hospital, saying your boyfriend, Draken had landed himself back in a bed. This was the third time that month alone.

. It didn't matter how many times he for himself hurt, you found yourself stressing out. And this time, your sister had to come with you. Since she couldn't be left home alone.

. Then one of the nurses told you he had woken up, and without wasting a second, you picked the little girl up and went to his room.

. You took a deep breath in, and walked inside, mentally preparing yourself for what you were about to see.

. There laid Draken, staring back at you, his eyes penetrating your soul. He looked horrible.

. Bandages covered majority of his body, and he had a busted lip. But he looked so drained on top of that. He even seemed more pale than usual, but that was probably due to all the blood he lost in the fight he'd gotten into.

. In a separate bed beside him, laid his best friend, Mikey. He didn't look any better.

. You sat down on the edge of the bed, gently laying your sister on Draken's chest. She loved him almost as much as you did. And she seemed to boost his mood, even if just a little.