It had been one week since that night. It had to be the night Tohru worked late. It had to be the night it rained. It had to be the night a truck driver couldn't control what he was doing.
Yuki woke up two days later. Tohru didn't. She didn't wake up. Yuki was devastated. He wouldn't leave her bed, even when Hatori tried to make him, telling him he needed to rest more. Comatose, they called it. Didn't matter what the damn thing was called, just as long as she recovered. The house was horrible with just him and Shigure. There was no smile to wake up to, or to come home to. There wasn't any brown hair in bows that could be seen disappearing around a corner. There wasn't… there wasn't happiness.
The happiness was gone.