"Gi-roro?" Natsumi stared at him for a moment before collapsing to her knees next to him. She placed her left hand on the floor for support as her right hand was held above him not sure if she should touch him. Is he alive? The girl didn't see any signs of breathing. Looking over him entirely she could see the bullet wound on his shoulder, the cuts in his forehead, and the claw marks on his face. They were all smaller than before, they appeared like minor wounds.

The stitches on his scar were ripped open, but the flesh wasn't as dark anymore. In fact none of his skin was dark. It was all pale; the only darkness was his blood that already decorated the walls around them. After taking in these facts Natsumi decided that she needed to see if he at least had a pulse. She slowly reached down and held his hand. Her fingers were placed under his wrist. Her heart fell deeper inside her at the touch of his cold skin. The girl held her breath and waited for any signs. She couldn't allow herself to miss a single beat.

Thump.

And there it was; the one thing she needed to know he was still there with her. Tears ran down her face so heavily she couldn't smile even though she felt it. She was experiencing a new level of happiness and relief. She then placed her hands over his heart and tried to get it running at a normal pace.

"Giroro, please wake up." She then opened his mouth and placed her lips to his. Breathing air and hopefully life into his body. She continued a paced pattern between breathing and pumping until his eyes jolted open and he choked on the air in his lungs. "Oh my gosh!"

"Natsumi….?" Giroro's voice rumbled quietly when his coughing fit had settled.

"Thank you!" Natsumi began wiping away the tears.

"For what?" He looked up at her with confusion in his eyes.

"You came back. You didn't leave me." She slowed her tears and calmed her voice.

"I mean that much to you?" Giroro's eyes widened slightly.

"Of course you do. You're like my best friend and yet not all at the same time. I'm not quite sure what to label you but you are very important to me. I just wouldn't be able to live right without you now that I know you." She looked down at his hand resting in her palms as her thumbs caressed his skin. A soft blush rose in her cheeks as well as his. She quickly cleared her throat and decided to fill the silence. "How are you feeling?"

"My head hurts and I'm strangely tired, but I think I will live." He slowly sat up causing a rush of blood to flow out of it and speed up the flow from his wounds.

"Stay still. I need to stitch you back up." Natsumi grabbed the kit on the counter and began washing his wounds once again.

"I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble." He chuckled lightly before his eyes turned away with guilt and his voice dropped down to a whisper; almost as if he couldn't speak. "And I'm really sorry for scaring you."

"How much do you remember?" Natsumi asked while threading a needle with black thread.

"Almost all of it. I only faded out twice. Once on the streets and again in the courtyard of the mansion, but I came back when I heard your voice yelling at me." This bit of information caught Natsumi little off guard.

"Why only when I yelled at you?" she asked holding the needle just above his forehead, knotted and ready to be used.

Giroro flinched and stuttered his response.

"I-I think it was uh, just a coincidence."

"Alright well hold still, this might hurt."

"I had a scar before you know." Giroro stated.

"Yes but I don't know how steady my hand will be. I've never really sewn before." Natsumi held his head in place with her left hand. Her eyes focused in on his opened scar with the needle in her right hand aligned near the top end of the opening.

Giroro didn't flinch as the needle slipped through his skin. He didn't really feel it. Soon Natsumi had finished and tied off the ends on the eye lid. She quickly took a look at her work and with a satisfied expression started on the lower lid. It didn't take long for her to finish wrapping him up and just as she was tying the ends of gauze off on his shoulder she could hear him snoozing. Natsumi looked at him, the top most half of his face was wrapped in bandages but his right eye was uncovered and peacefully closed with dreamed visions playing under the lid.

She giggled lightly, he looked almost adorable if it weren't for the blood all over the room. Natsumi picked him up carefully and after grabbing the first aid kit walked down the hallway. She paused at the broken window, carefully stepping around the glass, and wondered what exactly could have broken it. When Giroro stirred in her arms she decided to figure it out later.

After a quick climb up the main staircase, and a few stumbles into random rooms and closets, Natsumi was able to locate a guest bedroom. It was too late and too troublesome to go home so they would stay here tonight. She placed Giroro on one side of the king sized mattress, taking extra care when tucking the blankets around him, before slipping under the covers on the other side. She kept the first aid kit right beside the bed in case she needed to redress his wounds.

Her amber eyes fluttered softly, followed by a quiet yawn. She curled up and drifted off to sleep, ignoring the roaring outside convinced it was just thunder or even just fatigue. She was even so tired as to miss the massive shadow that floated past the second story window.