Huffing gently to myself, I lean into the headboard of my head with my sketchbook in my lap. Eyes roaming over the sketch paper, making sure that everything is as detailed as it possibly can be. A small smile on my lips as I begin to grab my colouring pencils to begin colouring in my design. Brain whizzing through the detail and having a clear picture of the design in my mind. My hands skilfully beginning to shade in the little design I had made for when I get back to work and everything goes back to normality.

Beside me, sits Amai. My older sister keeping an eye on me as she sits in the uncomfortable plastic hospital chairs while she paints her nails a soft blue colour to go with her bikini she's going to be wearing on her vacation with her boyfriend. A playful snort leaving my lips when I notice her sticking her tongue out of her mouth as she paints her nails, trying to make sure that she doesn't get any nail polish on her skin. Her eyes flitting toward me every now and then to make sure that I'm not trying to do a runner or if I'm in pain.

With everything going on, the heroes and the doctors thought it would be wise to keep me in the hospital bed ridden for a couple days until I have my strength back. I'd have a doctor or a nurse visit me five times a day to check my nutrients and my levels to make sure they were all stable. Then my food would show up (it was usually a simple meal but it tastes good) and my mother would watch me like a hawk. She'd then make sure I'd eat it all before leaving me to it until my food showed up again.

Since I'm bedridden, there isn't too much that I can do. I'm not allowed out of the room, I'm not allowed out of bed unless I need the toilet and I can't do any cooking like I usually do when I'm bored. I'm not even allowed to bake! It's such a travesty! I like baking, I want to bake, is that so bad? Apparently it is! I can't do what I want to do... all I can do is make designs and shade them all in. That's all...

I guess it means that I'll have a buttload of designs to use when I get back. Which isn't so bad, I suppose... just means that I don't have to do a lot of designing for a couple weeks when I get back to work because I have a shit ton.

So far, I've made about four designs that would be perfect for Keigo. One of then resembled his wings that would look amazing across his nose and cheeks with little feathers down his neck and over his eyebrows. It would also look like a great tattoo across his back (if he didn't have the wings then they would be perfect). There's another design that resembles an Angel, a little halo above the left eyebrow with stars across his cheeks to resemble little freckles. That would look ethereal in the right lighting. Then I have one that reflects flowers. It has a sunflower over the left eye with sunflower petals across the ride of his face that seem to be floating through the air. That would be great with a pastel yellow shirt. Then my final one, the one I'm now shading right now.

It's something that I thought of creating the first time we started dating. I wanted something to reflect our relationship. I knew that it had to be perfect. Something that I believed would be something that we both could relate too. Now I had designed it, I knew exactly how it would turn out. It's nothing to do with love hearts or anything corny like a rose or a box of chocolates. It's reflected from my bracelet. Each charm that I have will be acting like a freckle over his cheeks and the chain will be weaving on his forehead with its clasp undone.

It's perfect...

As I finish shading in one of the flower charms, the door opens. Setting down the pink colouring pencil, I look up from my lap. A small hint of disbelief swirling in my stomach when I see my mother and still not a sign from Keigo. Sending me a reassuring smile, my mom slides beside me and wraps her arms around my shoulders to have a look at my designs, the woman smiling gently as she traces each charm with her finger while my aunt walks in with a huge bag of mini cardboard boxes that smell incredibly familiar.

"We bought you some food," Aunt Yuna hums with a smile, setting down the bag by my feet and pulling out little boxes full of Chinese food. My mom laughing as I lick my lips and clear my throat, "Thought we could cheer you up,"

"Thank you, I really appreciate it," I hum, making grabby hands toward the chow mien as my mom sets an empty plate on my lap for me to fill up with Chinese food, "God, I missed takeout... Keigo and I always had takeout about once a week. It was usually fried chicken because that's his favourite food but I could sometimes twist his arm to get an Indian or order a Mexican,"

"He'll be okay," My mom hums, rubbing my arm while I add special fried rice to my plate as well as chicken curry, Kung pao prawns, shredded chilli beef and sweet and sour pork, "God, you must be starving,"

"Oh let her eat like a pig, she hasn't eaten properly for days," Aunt Yuna hums, grabbing the fries and letting me take a handful before digging into the chicken balls, "I'll buy you all the takeout you want, sweetie, don't listen to your mom,"

"Have you heard anything?" I ask, swallowing down a mouthful of curry with a small smile while my mother rubs my back and looks toward Damien who's still fast asleep on the couch, "Is Keigo okay? Is he coming to see me soon? It's been days... surely he's back now?"

My mom takes a deep breath as she looks toward her sister who sends her a reassuring smile. Anxiety pangs through my stomach as I look up at my mom and sniffle gently as she sighs and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and wipe some sauce away from the corner of my lip. The woman holding me close as I snuggle into her chest and take a deep breath, bracing myself for the worst.

"We didn't tell you earlier because you were still recovering and we didn't want to stress you out more," Aunt Yuna begins as she sits down on my other side and kisses my forehead, "Keigo was bought in, two days ago..."

"W — what?" I stutter incredulously, my eyes flitting toward my mother who rubs the back of her neck and closes her eyes as I grit my teeth and frown at her, "Why didn't you tell me? Mom, he's my boyfriend, I deserve to know what's going on with him... what's happened to him? Is he okay? Why hasn't he seen me yet?"

"He's been... heavily injured," Mom explains making me frown and look toward her worried as she sighs, "He's been rushed into the theatre and had to undergo quite a long procedure... he's suffered with third degree burns..."

"I — I don't understand... what's..." I ask worried, my heart hammering in my chest as I try to hold back the tears threatening to leave my eyes, "Is he okay? Is he awake?"

"He's stable, I went to go visit him earlier to make sure he's eating," Aunt Yuna explains making me stare at her with wide eyes as she sends me a reassuring smile, "He's in a bad place at the moment... he wants to see you as much as you want to see him but he can't leave his room either because of his condition,"

"Well I don't care if I can't leave, I want to see him," I tell them, wiping my eyes as the tears begin to spill over, "I'll even get in a wheelchair but I won't let them stop me from seeing him. I need to see him... I mean, I'm not sick... I just need to have food and I can move just fine,"

"Sweetie, the doctor —"

"Ma, I've been stuck in bed for days... I want to go see my boyfriend and make sure he's okay," I tell her with a small groan, crossing my arms over my chest and staring my mom out as she sighs to herself with a small smile, "Well? Are you gonna stop me?"

"Oh come on, (Mother's Name)," Aunt Yuna hums with a small grin, winking my way as I smile and look back toward my mom who's weighing her many options, "You'd want to see (Father's name) if it were you two in this situation,"

"Mmm... fine," My mom hums making me smile as she wraps her arms around me and lifts me off my bed before sitting me down on the wheelchair and poking my nose, "But when you get discharged, you have to allow us to stay with you to look after you okay?"

"Yeah, that's fine," I tell her softly as I shift in the wheelchair to get comfortable. Aunt Yuna puffing her cheeks out playfully as she opens the door for my mom to push me through the door, "So what's he been eating?"

"He won't touch a lot of his food," Yuna explains with a small sigh as we head down the hallway toward Keigo's private room (he's a pro hero so he had to have his own wing), "Maybe seeing you could help him,"

"I hope so..." I hum softly, rubbing the back of my neck as we head down the hallway, "I just hope he's okay..."

Yuna grimaces slightly before knocking on the door in front of us. My heart aching slightly as I hear a small murmur of 'come in'. Taking a deep breath, I look toward my mother who sends me a reassuring smile before allowing me to push the door open slightly to poke my head through. (E/c) eyes meet yellow irises for the first time in days and he visibly relaxes in the bed he's in. A faint grin on his lips... however it goes as quick as it came. Eyes avoiding me and heading to the floor when I stare at him with wide eyes and mouth agape.

Oh my god...

What happened to his wings?...