The nurses had insisted he finish another glass of juice and some vitamins after he'd almost passed out in the Sun Room. If he didn't get to feeling better, they told him, they'd have to send his visitor away and he wouldn't be able to see him until next time.

He'd complied, trying to focus and remember the things he'd read in his file. Maybe, just maybe, if he seemed like he was getting better, they'd let him go this time.

The room was still fairly empty when he was wheeled in. Just himself, Shiki, and Okita he remembered, was a friend of Homura. He watched the door carefully, like a dog waiting for his master to come home, sitting up a little straighter each time it opened, only to sink back into his seat when it was just a nurse or another patient.