Headaches, he was used to since he didn't really sleep or eat probably, but blackouts were new.

Kaito didn't wake until the following morning, and he still had a headache. The first thing he noticed was that he was back in the clinic bed. When he went to put a hand on his head, he noticed the IVs and stared at them. What the hell happened? The last thing he remembered was being called inside for dinner.

Kaito blinked when he noticed Fijore sitting next to him, and slowly lowered his arm. He didn't like how grim he appeared either. It pretty much told him he was either worried, or the something he found in his lab yesterday wasn't good. Or a combination of both.

When he heard Fijore speak though, and before being told to keep his voice down, he didn't really have much to say. What was there to say? He had a tumor in his brain that would eventually kill him, unless he let Fijore try to get it out, which could also end badly. How did that even happen? Unless it happened sometime after the accident. He never went to a doctor after that, so it was possible, right?

..Valern? Was that the name of the other guy?

Kaito listened quietly, and glanced at Fijore when he mentioned that the other resident, Valern, was his younger brother. That was close to what he was thinking. He nodded lightly to his words and moved his gaze up to the ceiling.

Now what? It was completely up to him and he didn't know if he cared enough to let the man attempt to remove the tumour. No one would miss him if he died.. Fijore was probably the first person in years who seemed to care about him, even if as a patient.

He wasn't afraid of dying..
He was afraid of not finding a reason to keep living..

Anytime he ever got close to anyone, bad things almost always happened..and he felt like he was slowly getting closer to Fijore.

Kaito blinked and glanced off towards the door when he heard the sound of something breaking, both confused and concerned. The sound however, soon caused a reaction from the tumour and his his head began to hurt despite any painkillers Fijore might have put into IV, if any it all.

It felt like someone had just put his head through a concrete wall, and his reaction was to put his hand on his head and close his eyes as he tried to will away the pain.

Kaito opened one of his ruby eyes when Fijore came into the room, and even in his current state, still noticed his hand. It was definitely broken, wasn't it? Was that what he heard? Did he really break something, and his hand?

Then it dawned on him while he listened to the doctor speak. If he really wanted to, he could leave and go somewhere else to wither away, but he also heard Fijore ask him to choose life. No one had ever asked him to 'choose life' in bad situation, he was usually told to disappear.

After a moment of processing those words, he looked at Fijore. "I'm telling you this as my doctor, okay? Off the record.." He finally spoke, being mindful of keeping his voice down like he had said earlier. "I've got no one.. No friends, no family, and no where to go. I'm pretty much a stray cat, stealing scraps of food every day and night." He said quietly. "But, I want you to go ahead with it, okay?"

Kaito glanced at Fijore when he got up to fix his hand, noticing that smile again when he spoke. Off the record. He smirked some at the words and relaxed in the bed.

He listened quietly and watched him get from just having sat down, to go pick up his sleeping brother. Kaito simply nodded, and closed his eyes to try and relax. Sure, he probably needed to eat, but he wasn't in a hurry to do so.

Kaito opened his eyes when Fijore came back, and with a small plate of food. He wasn't nauseous..But he certainly didn't have much of an appetite. He offered him a small smile. "Thanks." He murmured sincerely.

Once the plate was set down, he slowly began to eat.
And like the other offered meals, it was evident that he liked it.

Kaito smirked some at his words and shrugged lightly. "What can I say? Your cooking certainly deserves it." He said casually, taking a pause from eating.

He glanced at Fijore when he noticed him starting to mess with his long hair. "Something on your mind, doc?" Kaito asked, going back to slowly eating his breakfast.

Kaito blinked, noticing Fijore's fluster as much as he could without seeing his face. His hair? He tilted his head and paused from eating, only really having eaten about a third of the prepared meal. To each their own, he figured.

He noticed things though, that other people probably didn't and he didn't want to make Fijore anymore uncomfortable than he already was. Kaito sighed quietly and the man a small smile. "Why would I ask? You've got your hair like that for a reason, and if you like it then it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks about it." But, if he did ask what he thought about it, he'd say it suited him.

Given his shyness, that made since. Kaito vaguely remembered Fijore mentioning that he hid, all the time, because of his shyness. Then the man went shuffling in his bag.

Six pill bottles..that was a lot of different meds. But, he was clearly struggling, and Kaito hesitated briefly before cautiously speaking. "Need help? I won't look if you do.." He offered, just wanting to help. Opening stuff with a broken could really be challenging. Even he knew that.

...Not from experience or anything..