You sit on the bed, in a panic, keep saying that you don’t want to die while Naiche is sitting next to you and holding you tightly in his arms, trying to comfort and reassure you but you are too caught up in your worries to listen to what Naiche is saying. As the panic grows, Naiche tries to hold you close and keep you calm, he kisses the top of your head and rests your head on his chest.

“We’ll find a way out of this, okay? Even if it seems impossible right now, we'll make it work somehow.”