One by one Kaito carefully opened the bottles that were handed off to him, and handed them back to Fijore. He didn't care? They weren't really friends yet, they were still getting to know each other, but he did notice that Fijore was easing up around him even if only a little.

He listened quietly, and gathered that was how Fijore figured out his patient so quickly. They had more in common than he had first realized. Once he had gotten them all open, he decided to try and eat the rest of his breakfast.

Kaito listened quietly as he ate, a tiny smirk tugging at his lips when he spoke. It didn't really matter how long they'd known each other, did it? One was just as interested in one as the other, at least that's what he gathered. They hadn't known each other long, but they had been spending quite of time together as Fijore watched over his patient.

He chuckled at the 'fun fact' once he had finally finished eating. "Humans are quite sensitive though, especially their minds." He said casually, shrugging lightly as he sat back in the clinic bed. Kaito blinked as if remembering something and glanced at the pill bottle on the table next to him. Crap. He needed to take his own meds, didn't he?

"Hey, Fijore.. Could I get some water?"

Kaito blinked when he spoke, a little curious. How did.. Had he put it in the IV? Nevertheless, he was grateful that he hadn't missed a dose when he had just started the meds.

He watched him get up, then the scream sounded and Fijore mentioned Valern, and closed his eyes. He'd probably be gone a while.. After a moment, he picked up the journal and began to read.

Kaito read carefully, as if visually trying to picture what was going on in the writings. Wasn't that the best part about reading? Though his headache made it difficult, he found reading did sort of take his mind off the pain.

By the time Fijore came back he had maybe managed to read a handful of.more pages, since he was a somewhat slow reader. He glanced up when he could tell he was in the same room as him, and set the book down on the table. "Hey.. He okay?" Kaito asked quietly.

Kaito listened quietly and shook his head. Yeah, his head hurt but not so much now that he preoccupied by the book. "It's not so bad now." He said, glancing at the man's hand which didn't look as bad as before.

Kaito smirked some when he spoke about his brother and remembered when Fijore told him that the other resident wasn't so good with people. "I remember you saying something like that the other day." He said, chuckling quietly.

He had noticed the plate of food, but he was debating whether or not he could eat. Feeling like this really sucked. Kaito moved his gaze up to the ceiling. "I don't think I've ever had anything more than a few broken bones from being reckless.." He murmured, lightly placing a hand on his shoulder since his wings were firmly folded against his back.

Kaito briefly glanced at him when he felt a hand pat his good shoulder, then nodded some and glanced at the plate sitting on the table. "Yeah.." He murmured quietly.

He glanced off as Fijore got up and left the room once more. Being confined to a bed was the least of his problems, but, at least he had a good doctor looking out for him. After a moment of pushing back certain thought, he picked up the plate and set it in his before slowly beginning to eat.

Kaito took his sweet time eating, and by the time he actually finished eating the moon was up and he set the plate on the table. He remembered to take his new meds, and decided to take the painkillers afterwards, as to not fall asleep without taking them, and raised his eyes up to the ceiling.

"It'll have to wait til tomorrow. Its just a simple clean break and with some magic i can heal by tomorrow."

He sighed inward as he remembered those words and closed his eyes, resting a hand over his head for no real reason. Tomorrow would be when Fijore would try and get the tumor out of his brain. What would he do after that? Would he stay here the whole time while recovering, or be released sometime in between? Shite, with his horrible luck something else would happen.

Well great, now he was thinking too much..

Sometime not too late, and after he finally got his gears to quit turning, Kaito fell into a light dreamless sleep. The meds were helping keeping his recurring nightmare at bay so that the poor guy could actually get some sleep.

He woke early the next morning when he could feel the other's presence and slowly opened his ruby eyes and lazily glanced at Fijore. "Mornin'.." He greeted quietly, unable to keep from yawning.

Kaito nodded lightly at his words. Fijore had mentioned it being tricky, even with magic. "It's okay. I'm ready."

He found a reason to live, even if that meant taking a risk. It would be better than doing nothing and letting himself writhe away in pain and agony.

Kaito nodded to his words and moved his gaze to the ceiling as Fijore spoke.

He'd be there.. That was oddly comforting. But it helped him relax, a little, and he closed his eyes like told and within minutes the dark angel was fast asleep.