What we never saw in the hospital...
Guilt
It wasn't often that Adachi felt the like he'd done something wrong. In fact, he always felt like everyone else was in the wrong, but never him. It was raining outside, as it always did in Inaba, probably two in the morning, but as he listened to the rain pellet the window behind him, the moonlight casting shadows upon the small hospital bed before him, he had the strangest feeling as if he had made a mistake. He could see the nurses walking to and fro, and the constant complaints about the fog. Stupid, stupid people; they all deserved the fate they had been given.
Nanako still wasn't moving. She lay deathly still, unable to tell who was by her or if anyone was there at all. She was motionless. Like death. A gnawing feeling rose in his chest as he glanced at the girl's pained expression. He leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, to rest his head on his interlaced hands, scrunching his face in an attempt to decrease his uneasiness. It was one of those rare moments that he didn't enjoy the pain and suffering of someone else, and the part he hated most was that he had no idea why he didn't feel that way right now.
The life support machine seemed to echo in the silence that seemed to engulf the hospital.