He stares down through the foggy glass. The hum from the machines is the only thing keeping him awake right now, but it is also beginning to lull him to sleep. It's become such a familiar sound, combined with the dull flickering of the old lights and the industrial scent of the room. All the others have left for the night and it is only the two of them that remain.

He wipes away to clear the fog, but most of the clouding is from the inside, caused by the others warm breath. It is sufficient enough to reveal the face though. Like a sleeping beauty or a snow white, his white hair tangles all around, framing his face. His hair is longer than his memory tells him it should be. Reaching past his shoulders now, it's beginning to fall straight.

His eyes follow the whispy white and cranberry strands to the pale skin and to the black, sleeping eyelashes. The figures eye brows are permanently knit in a look of sorrow.

"Komaeda…" Hinata's head falls against the glass in a hollow thud as he gives into fatigue. He smiles down at the boy weakly. "Komaeda…everyone else has woken up except you…" he sighs. Fifteen other empty chambers fill the room and echo that Hinata's words are true.

How many days had it been? He wonders as he begs those eyes to open. Only two days ago , Pekoyama had returned to them. They had expected her to be as much of a hassle as Nidai, simply because of her strength, but as soon as she saw her young master crying tears of joy and pulling her into a hug, she almost instantaneously returned to a state of normalcy.

It was odd how some of the students took longer to rehabilitate. Sometimes it seemed like they would always be trapped in their despair. But. It would happen randomly, where they would recall something they shouldn't have remembered. Something from their time spent on the island and then slowly they would come back. Hinata now runs the list of name in his mind...the list of his friends that he thought had died that are now alive…and...how happy he is. But he gazes down at Komaeda.

"I guess it makes sense that you would be the last one to wake up…considering what you went through…how devastated you must have been about being high school level despair…I'm sure you don't want to wake up to that either…but Komaeda…I promise you won't be in despair for long."

The heat from his face begins to create clouds on the glass.

He speaks with a hint of frustration now, "If there's anything you taught me, it's hope…I just have to keep hoping that you will wake up…"

Talking to Komaeda like this had become so natural. It was how they had woken the other students up.

He continues as his eye lids flutter, heavy with sleep. "I promise…you'll never have to feel like you have to die again Komaeda. Your death…your death…" he heaved in a needed breath. "It was the most terrible…knowing that you died alone…and that you had to plan your death alone…" he holds back the tears that he has cried so many times before.

He catches himself before he thinks about it much more. He knows that it will most likely follow him to his dreams again. Komaeda's death. It truly haunted him, even now, knowing he was alive.

He gets up from the stool and gently places his hand to the machine, "Good Night Komaeda, I'll be back in the morning, I promise. I won't give up until you're awake."

Hinata turns off the lights.

As he walks out of the room. Tnk. A dull thud, the sound of a hand against glass.