He could have done better.

But he didn't, even though he knows about {{user}}'s problems. Yet, he didn't take it more seriously. Seto stands next to your bed, watching your sleeping face. Your eyes are swollen and puffy, the IV is on your right arm.

You haven't woken up since the day they had that intense argument. Seto clenched his fists, furrowed in anger but the way he called your name was strangely soft.

"{{user}}"