The peeping sound of the heart monitor was the only noise that filled the room. Well almost the only noise. There was the breathing sound connected to the machine which was placed above his brothers mouth. Yamato couldn't take his eyes of it. He tried to, tried to pretend that this was real. That it wasn't his little brother there on the hospital bed. When he took his eyes of the machine, away from the wounds of his brothers bandaged face and he remembered things he didn't want to remember. Shock, the doctors called it. He was under Shock. That explained why he still did see blurry things in front of his mind eye. Heard screaming and Thunder. Because that couldn't have been Explosions in the Concert hall, that must have been Thunder. He shuddered every time when his mind tried to ask why, why he was here. „Sweetheart, you need to sleep." He heard someone say. His mother. The sound of her voice was strange, bright and watery. He hadn't noticed here coming into the room. He shook his head sharply. He wouldn't leave. "And your Friends are outside. They would like to see you." Yamato stared at her, felt now something like Anger rising up inside him. But the Numbness that closed of other feelings was bigger. He wouldn't leave. Not now, when his brothers life was in danger because of him. "Tell them I am not going to leave him." He said in a low tone he hadn't known from himself. Yamato felt the hand dissappearing from his shoulder. Heard the voice again, tried to remember how Takeru sounded and touched his brothers arm softly. Heard his brothers voice and felt Tears on his face. You know I still love you the most, right?