I�m near him now, but he doesn�t know.

That�s not how it usually is. Most times he would wake up by the time I came this close to him and level me with a stare that asked why I was there. He�s unusually perceptive in that way; he can sense people coming even in his sleep. It�s almost frightening to know that he�s never off his guard - except now he is.

It isn�t his fault, not really; he was injured during a battle simulation by one of his teammates, but it was a complete accident. The computer malfunctioned somehow and went haywire; when his teammate touched him, the system sent an electric shockwave into him, jolting him into unconsciousness. I can hear them working on the error right now, though I can�t help but feel a bit upset - shouldn�t they have known something was wrong? Shouldn�t they have been able to sense it? I know that getting angry won�t do anything, but it�s hard not to when he�s lying there like that.

He doesn�t looked injured at all; he looks more like he�s just in a deep sleep and hasn�t waken up yet. I take a step toward him and almost expect him to open his eyes and notice me, but he doesn�t. My heart sinks slightly; I knew that he wasn�t going to wake up, but a small part of me hoped he would. Then I wouldn�t have to keep worrying about him like this.

I�ve been in the infirmary ever since he was hurt, except for a few moments when they were trying to stabilize him. I was so frightened when they made me leave; he wasn�t awake and I couldn�t see him, so I was sure that something horrible had happened. I remember thinking that it was an accident, just an accident; he shouldn�t be seriously hurt by a simple little training accident. Especially on that was caused by mere faulty wiring.

But he was hurt. And he still is, which worries me dearly, because he isn�t someone that couldn�t be described as weak. Delicate, perhaps; he does have a quite fragile look to him, but he�s quite a resilient person. He�s proven it time and time again, and even though all my logic tells me that he�ll get through this (even the doctors say he�ll be fine), I can�t help but listen to the small place in my heart that worries he won�t.

He hasn�t had any other visitors aside from me. At first, a few of his teammates came to see if he was still okay, but after being told he was, they left. He isn�t well-liked by his peers, I�ve noticed, mainly because he shuts himself away so much. I believe I�m the only person who really knows him, and even I don�t know as well as I wish to. He secludes himself so much, yet when he battles, he does so with such intensity that it�s almost frightening. He�s almost frightening sometimes.

I stepped closer to him, close enough that I could reach out and touch his hand. I didn�t, though; he never did like it when I worried over him, and I doubt he would have appreciated my concern if he was coherent. In a way, his condition pleased me; at least now he wasn�t able to turn and tell me not to worry. Because I do worry, and I do it a lot.

He could die.

I fear that someday the day will come when I watch him leave and am not able to see him return. Because he won�t return, for Victim has struck its final blow against him. I have faith in his fighting ability, but everyone has weaknesses; everyone has there final day. And I don�t think I�d be able to stand it when it happens, because of my feelings for him. He is the person that I love; he is the only person that I love. And if that was taken away from me, I fear that I would die as well.

He has protected me for so long in my life that I cannot imagine what it would be like without him. I doubt that I would be able to continue at my place here, because it would be so overwhelming without his support. I know that it is probably unhealthy for me to rely on him so much, but I can�t seem to help it; he has always been the only person I�ve ever known, the only person who ever looked out for me. Everyone else always seemed to have another agenda on hand, but he never did. He was always there.

I stepped closer, until the cloth of my clothing brushed against the metal frame of the bed. He was so near now; it was frightening how unaware he was. I suppose that unconsciousness would do that to you, though never before had I been able to get so close to him while he was sleeping. Not unless he meant for me to.

I leaned forward, my face inches away from his. Suddenly, a burst of raw emotion came from me, and I felt the desperate desire to touch him, almost as if I wanted to make sure that he was still alive. I hesitated, but then I leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips.

Almost immediately after doing so, I pulled away, startled at my own actions. But nothing happened; he hadn�t moved at my touch, and I doubt that even his subconscious realized I was there. I took a deep breath, my nerves calming, and I slowly placed my hand atop his.

�Sleep well, Oniisama,� I murmured softly, �I�ll wait here until you wake.�