"They'd do that?" Tyler asked, frowning. "Nevermind, then. I can wait. I guess. As long as they don't decide to just keep me like this."

He saw the boy pause, his hand cupped to his chest as if he were in pain. Ty finally noticed the bandages, his drug-fogged mind putting pieces together slower than usual. "Are you alright?"

Tyler almost corrected the boy that he was from the east coast, not the west, when the boy's name clicked. "Heiji. You're Japanese?" Tyler guessed he would be considered a westerner, then.