“Um, why? I thought you uh...shouldn’t I go?” Sasha blushed.

“I’m scared when your not around.” Miru said sincerely. Sasha couldn’t say no to that so he sat back in his chair and tried to read a magazine. His mind was blank as he realized Miru was shamelessly going to...do a thing... with Sasha right there.

“Uh, Miru?”

“Yes? Miru sat up, his hand resting innocently between his legs. Sasha glanced away.

“Miru...” Sasha paused and shook his head. “Never mind. Do what you gotta do.” Sasha buried his head in his magazine, trying to block out mirus quickened breathing and rustling blankets. The boy finished quickly and quietly, with no pleasure.

“Feel any better?” Sasha asked awkwardly after a few minutes. Miru shook his head.

“No...I hardly came. I keep remembering...” Miru’s voice broke off and he shuddered.

“Don’t think about it now, k?” Said Sasha tenderly. “Your taken care of now. I think you should start talking to the therapist tomorrow and she’ll help you a lot, ok?”

Miru nodded slowly. He looked tired again.

“Get some rest,” suggested Sasha, “you can be out of the hospital sooner if you take good care of yourself.”

Miru sighed and snuggled under the blanket. Sasha waited until he was sure Miru was asleep, then he reclined in his chair to get some much needed rest.