I looked over to Noiz who was bleeding out on the pavement,"N-Noiz..." I stuttered out. The pain was too much, I wanted it to stop. I turned over onto my back and grabbed my shoulder. It hurt like hell; Morphine had jumped us and tore us to shreds. They gave me a gash on the shoulder, but I'm not the one to complain. Noiz had a cut straight across his chest and his forehead was torn.

Noiz began to stand up," You okay?" he asked holding his hand out to me. I was so confused, how was he doing this? Didn't this hurt him at all? I grabbed his hand with my good arm and pulled myself up.

"Y-yeah I'm fine, but we need to get you fixed up."

"I'm fine."

"What do you mean,'you're fine'? You've got cuts all over your body!"

"Whatever, let's go back to Glitter."

He began to walk away from me and back into the house. I followed him and tried to stop him, but Clear and Koujaku were already on his case,"Noiz-san, are you alright? Where is master?" Clear said frantically.

"Aoba!" Koujaku yelped when he saw me,"Are you okay?"

He guided me to the couch,"I'm fine, we need to patch Noiz's cuts, he's going to bleed out."

"I'm fine," Noiz grunted again.

"Master is right, Noiz-san, your wounds are bad," Clear tried to argue but Noiz continued to walk away.

"Hey," Koujaku said grabbing him,"we need to patch that now, you could pass out or die."

"Big woop."

Koujaku gasped,"Listen, kid, I don't know what's gotten into you but you need stitches now!"

Noiz groaned,"Fine! But you all owe me." he sat on the couch and mumbled,"Waste of my time."

Clear climbed over to him and unbuttoned Noiz's shirt.

Koujaku helped me take off my jacket and shirt.

Once they were done stitching us up, I went to my room to get dressed,"Aoba, are you alright?" Ren asked.

"Yes, Ren, I got into some trouble with Morphine, but Koujaku stitched me up." I said pulling on my shirt.

"I am glad to hear that you are alright."

"I'm going to go check on Noiz, if you want you can go back to sleep mode."

"Yes, Aoba," he said before powering down. I left my room and knocked on Noiz's door.

"Come in," he said and I walked in, shutting the door behind me.

"Why were you being such a brat earlier?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" he asked not looking away from his screen.

"You didn't want to be stitched up."

He sighed and the screen disappeared,"I don't care if I bleed out, in fact, i was counting on doing so."

"Why?"

"I'd rather be dead than deal with everything."

"Noiz, don't say that-"

"Why not? It's true."

I sat next to him on the bed,"What do you have to deal with that makes you want to die?"

He turned his head,"My past. My parents locked me in a room for nineteen years because I was a burden."

I held Noiz's hand, making him jump,"Don't want to die. You have more to live with then your awful past."

"Thank you, Aoba," he said squeezing my hand. He lifted it up to his mouth then kissed my knuckles,"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."