Katyusha awoke from her unnatural position in some state of panic. Her dreams had led her to believe that she was in the process of falling, with nowhere to fall to. Gasping, she looked over her little sister, sitting next to her; an anchor of sorts, reminding her that she was still alive. She rubbed her eyes, weary from the seemingly little sleep she got, though the clock on the wall suggesting otherwise. Kat took a deep breath, her heart finishing its race, and glanced at the body in front of her. Her heart started again when she noticed the face staring back at her.

"Are you okay sister?" Ivan asked from the bed. Kat's heart seemed to come to a stop. Ivan, who she had found nearly dead yesterday, was speaking to her as if nothing had happened. His face remained stoic, though his eyes wide and curious. His words still held light of what he was before this had happened.

"I… I'm fine. I'm alright." Kat lied a little. She still hadn't gotten over the scenes of yesterday. "How… How are you feeling?" She questioned in response.

Ivan lay there, his head rolling as if his eyes didn't want to move. "I've got a bit of a headache."

Katyusha sat, watching her brother. He looked confused, looking at items around the room or even at the blank wall across him. Though he seemed to recognize objects and know where he was, he still seemed confused.

"How did you.. uh... sleep?" Kat asked, trying to break the silence. Ivan turned his eyes sharply, his head soon following. His eyebrows were risen in a way that suggested he was well aware of anything and everything. "It was... good. Could've been better, but I'm not complaining." Ivan stated, staring at Kat knowingly.

As awkward as the stare was, it wasn't menacing, nor impatient. It wasn't meant to be anything other than that. A stare. Even though it made Kat obviously uncomfortable. The tension was tangible. Kat could feel it on her skin.

An elephant in the room would've been lovely in comparison.

Ivan's eyebrows lowered, his eyes shrinking. He seemed to realize what the problem was. He looked down at himself in shame. "Ivan it's alright. That happened and we stopped it. You're alive now." Kat said to her unresponsive brother. He wasn't even looking at her anymore. He was looking at his wrists. The things that'd brought them all there.

Ivan didn't want to respond. He didn't want to share reasons. No. "Ivan, please. I care about you, Natalia cares about you. We love you. We don't want to live in a world without you. We're not supposed to be putting our siblings in the ground yet. Ivan sat, unwilling to cooperate. "This isn't what people like us do at our age."

There was a short pause. Kat was standing now, tears almost in her eyes before Ivan broke the silence. "Because. I didn't think anyone did." Ivan said solemnly. "I didn't think that anyone cared. I didn't think that you or Natalia cared. I didn't think the neighbors cared, I didn't think my bosses cared. I didn't think that Frances cared..."

Kat took all the information in with stride, up until Frances. 'Frances, did something happen between them? What am I thinking of course something did.' Kat thought, as she was now pacing the room. "Francis broke up with me. He claimed that he didn't feel we were on the same level or something. I don't remember, he said that he wanted to break up and I turned hysterical. A while later I got the vodka out. I remember everything since then. Give or take the time I spent in my drunken stupor."

Kat had to sit back down. "What made you think this was the answer then? I'm pretty sure you would've run out of vodka at least." Kat put her head in her hands, trying to put the pieces he had given her together.

Ivan looked back down at his wrists, the crisp white gauze feeling constrictive. "I've tried." Ivan began. "I've tried so hard. I've tried so hard to love everybody. To let everyone know that at least someone loves them. I'm hospitable, I'm open minded, I listen to everybody's opinion and let them know that someone cares. But I can tell you that never once has anybody ever done that for me. Never once has anybody stayed with me long enough to care about me. Never once has anybody invited me out except for when I just happen to be there, or even invite me out at all. The second time Frances even invited me over was the second time that had even happened with anybody since roughly the fifth grade. The only people who really care are the people who are supposed to. And I hate it. I never made mom proud, nor even felt comfortable in my own skin, nor can even make somebody else happy. And... I... I just hate it."

Kat looked at her brother with solemn eyes, unable to say anything. It was never known to her that this was what really went on in his head. So much regret. Sorrow. Anger. Kat was frozen.

They both heard moans from beside Kat. Natalia sat up and straightened her back with a scowl formed at Kat, a normal thing for her. She turned to Kat, the to Ivan before figuring out what was going on. "Ivan!" She screamed, jumping up from her chair. She immediately ran and gave Ivan a hug. Even though she stood awkwardly, she still felt it was necessary. "I've missed you. I've missed you so much." She nearly whined.

Ivan looked at Kat from behind, eyes widened. "I missed you too, Nat." He said in a calm voice. Natalia reluctantly let go, smiling that her brother was awake. She sat down and was almost giddy with enthusiasm before realizing she had jumped into something.

"Did I interrupt?" She asked, questioning Kat's shocked face. "I'm going to go get some flowers..." She said, an attempt to leave the two alone. She closed the door with an audible thud.

Kat eyed Ivan, offended. "I suppose if I say that I love you, it won't matter to you will it. At least not as much, seeing as how I'm supposed to." Ivan lay there, feeling guilt with what he had said. "It's not that it doesn't matter. It does. Seeing Natalia's eyes light up at the event of my waking was nice. I haven't seen her that excited in years."

Kat was suspicious. "I suppose if it's anything. You can come and talk to me about anything. Because I'll always be here for you." Kat said cautiously. "I never said it didn't matter. I just said you were the only ones. I didn't say that it didn't matter. It matters a lot actually."

"I love you Ivan, I never want anything to happen to you. Even if it is from yourself."

Ivan looked down in guilt. "I know. If I'd been sober at the time that... THIS..." He motioned to his arms. "It wouldn't have happened."

Natalia opened the door slowly, Dr. Kirkland following behind her. "They don't sell flowers here." Natalia said on her way to her chair. "Sorry about that. We have too many patients with allergies at this time." Dr. Kirkland replied. "We don't want it to cause problems for them. Hello, Mr. Braginsky, I'm Dr. Kirkland, I'm in charge of your case."

"What were you two talking about?" Natalia whispered as Ivan and the Doctor discussed. "Oh, things. About this." Kat replied. That was all Natalia was getting out of her.