[indent][b]H[/b]e knew where he was going before he had actually arrived. There were clear-cut clues … splotches of colors on street signs, certain vehicles that he recognized as belonging to doctors or nurses. Like he said, his mind worked in often whimsical ways. As he paused at the same hospital his brother had been diagnosed at, a thumping his chest occurred. He froze for a moment then as Sousuke and Nanashi continued, he had as well. 

Without much thought he placed a comforting hand on Echo’s case. Patting it every five or so seconds to ease his growing anxiety.

Once inside the hospital room, the sight of the young man had sent a stabbing chill down his spine. Shouji was around his age. Seeing the patient had officially warped Yuma and his own stations. Natsu could have just as easily been the sick one. The one on the chopping block. It was scary that he could think that way, heartless even, but he was aware that he valued himself just a bit more than everyone else.

He stayed near the door with a frustrated scowl on his face. [color=lightblue][b] “ ... Hey.”[/b][/color][/indent]