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***

"You're awake," Martin mumbled as he opened his eyes.

Seto frowned, "I guess I am. Why am I here?"

"I stopped by your house," Martin confessed. "The front door was left open, so I came inside your house. I found you sleeping, but with a weak pulse. Turns out you've been dehydrated and starving for quite a bit."

Seto felt his face heat up. He buried his head into his hands, "I'm sorry."

"What's been happening lately?" Martin shook his head as he approached closer towards the brunet. "Why did you leave all of a sudden? Everyone's worried about you."

"I—" Seto's lip quivered as he averted his gaze. "It's just what everyone's been saying."

Martin shook his head, "What have they been saying?"

"I'm the smallest out of them," Seto dipped his head low. "They're losing good publicity because of me—like Mitch had said, no one would notice if I was gone. I knew I would be kicked eventually because of the revenue—so I did it myself."

He could tell the other was speechless. "You matter, Seto—you really do?"

"But do I?"

***

They spent the whole day talking. Seto felt a bit better venting out his problems—no one had really spoken to him like this.

Visiting hours were almost over when he heard a knock at his door. It swung open swiftly and in came Jason, Adam, Ty, and Mitch.

"My god, I'm so sorry dude!" Mitch shouted while running up to the brunet and giving him a quick hug. Seto squirmed uncomfortably.

"The other guys couldn't book plane tickets so quickly, and Jerome came down with a fever so," Adam's voice trailed off. "We're really sorry."

Seto tried his best to smile. He wanted to reply with so many words—are they really sorry or is it just pity? He managed to mutter out a two words, "It's okay."

But was it?

***

Seto spent three days in the hospital before he could be released. Once he finally got home, it felt like a relief. He was prescribed multiple medications dealing with depression, anxiety, and weight. Yeah, it'll be hell.

Martin would be staying with him for a few days, too. His flight next week.

"You'll be okay," Martin repeated as he sat down next to the brunet. "Breathe."

Seto felt the tears brimming. He let them fall. He wiped his eyes with his sleeve, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Martin shook his head. "I'm sorry for not being here sooner."

Seto released an exasperated sigh, "Thank you."

Words could not express how happy he was.