Soubi was asking questions that Ritsuka wasn't sure if he should answer. It would be best to warn Soubi against his own doctor, or at least against Makiko. If she tried to attack Soubi next, Ritsuka didn't know what he would do. He still didn't know why she'd done what she had and the very thought of describing it sent chills down his spine. And again, next week, he'd have to face her. He'd have to walk into that room like nothing had happened because the nurses wouldn't believe him even if he tried to tell them. She was a danger and Ritsuka had no idea what he could do to stop her.

Thankfully, Soubi moved away and Ritsuka could blame his silence on his condition rather than his fear. He should have known better than to let fright get the better of him, but it sat in him like a rock in his stomach, weighing him down and stilling his tongue.

Soon enough, Soubi returned and helped Ritsuka sit up, allowing him to rest back against him as he put the cup to his mouth. Ritsuka hated feeling this weak, but try as he might, he could barely manage staying awake and drinking water at the same time. After a few moments, Ritsuka moved his head away from the rim of the cup and concentrated on keeping his eyes open. And on coming to his decision to tell Soubi about what happened. "...doctors aren't...safe..." He swallowed and tried again, resting heavily back against the older man. "She attacked me. During therapy."