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A day after the incident, mikey was the first to visit y/n. He couldn't get any sleep that night. All he wanted to do was see her and hold her, but visiting hours were closed and the doctors wanted y/n to rest for the remaining day when she had surgery.

He walked in the her hospital room with random flowers in hand, immediately sprinting by her side and placing the flowers on one of the vases that was there.

She wasn't awake yet, doctors told him she would probably gain consiousness later. Mikey didn't care though. He wanted to see her, even if she wasn't conscious yet.

"Don't leave me..." Mikey held her cold hand, unbandaged from the heavy rain that sprung yesterday. His eyes glossed from the feeling. The feeling of how cold, how rough it was. The feeling reminded him of shinichiro's hands when mikey touched it in his casket.

Mikey wiped the tears that began streaming down his face. "Shit." He frowned while the tears kept flowing down. His attempts on trying to stop the tears failed, now only resting his head on the hospital bed.

He continued holding her s/c hand, watching her peacefully sleep. Chest slowly rising up and down, hearing her soft heaves of breath. Mikey rubbed his thumb on the back of her hand, "I'm... so glad you're alive, y/n-chin." His lips soon turned into a small smile.

Bringing her hand to his lips, he placed a small peck on the back of her scarred hand as a way of affection. This would seem very out of the ordinary if certain gangs saw this. Manjiro sano was at a vulnerable state at the moment.

Tears streaming down his face, blood-shot eyes, and holding a tight grip on the lifeless girl's hand. Was this really the "invincible" mikey? Some would think. The answer was yes, mikey is still human with emotions after all. Most of toman was upset, but not as much as him.

"Manjiro." Her fingers twitched as her monotonous voice echoed through his ears. He sat straight up, eyes wide in surprise. Mikey's small grin turned into a wide smile. "Y/n-chin..."

He brought her into his embrace once she sat up. "Hi, mikey." She greeted, looking over his shoulder and around the room. "Oh, yeah. I got stabbed." Y/n said and shoved him off her, him landing on the chair that was beside the bed.

"Rude! I was all worried about you, even cried! And this is what I get?!" Mikey huffed out, swinging his arms dramatically in the air. She shrugged, bringing her hands to his tear-stained cheeks and squishing them. "Sure, you can say that."

Mikey could only sigh in relief, "I thought i'd lose you..." She let go of him, trying to find a roll of bandages. "I wouldn't die from a mear stab." Grabbing a roll of white bandages off the side table, bringing her hospital gown sleeves up and revealing her bruised/scarred arms.

She handed the roll to mikey, him taking it and wrapping the bandages all over her arm. "I know that, but still... Just because you can't feel the pain, doesn't mean your body isn't effected. You don't know what could happen." Mikey said, getting sightly irritated by her carelessness.