AN: Alright, sorry about this chapter being so short, but it's really important to the story. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it if you decided to read it!
When Rolf woke up, he heard muffled sobs. Curious as to where they were coming from, he turned his head to the right, and saw Oscar slouched over and crying.
"O-Oscar?" Rolf said, squinting. Oscar's head suddenly jerked up, and his demeanor turned right around. He rushed over to the bed and enveloped his brother in a hug.
"You're alright1 Oh my god, Boyd and I were so worried! I-Is there anything I can get you?" Oscar asked shedding tears of joy.
"V-Vika…" Rolf mumbled. Oscar's mood changed, again.
"Please don't t-talk about her… She did this to you, so I've decided to forbid her from seeing her." Oscar said, frowning. Rolf's brow creased.
"B-But, she…" Oscar shook his head.
"I'm not letting this happen ever again, alright?" He said, hugging his brother as Rolf's face took on a look of confusion.
A few days later, Rolf was discharged from the hospital and things fell into a steady pattern. Rolf would wake up, eat occasionally, and stay in his room; playing the guitar Vika got him. Sometimes at night, he'd cry himself to sleep. Oscar and Boyd tried talking to him, but Rolf had built a wall around himself. Then, one day, Rolf remembered something. He looked over to his nightstand and saw the box Naesala gave him. He walked over to it, picked it up, and opened it. Inside of it was a small revolver. He moved the chamber and saw that it was loaded. Upon realizing this, he got an idea. Moving the chamber back, he readied the gun and moved the barrel into his mouth. As he was doing this, tears rolled down his cheeks and his hand started shaking. Then, he pulled the trigger and heard a loud bang, followed by a deluge of liquid flooding down his left cheek. He moved his left hand up to it, and felt warm liquid pouring down it. He moved his fingertips in front of his eyes and saw they were stained red with his blood. The world then went black as he passed out.