The man had resided in the hospital bed for a month now. Many people had come to see him- from his family to those who simply wanted to see the man who had single-handedly taken out a top-level spy with no training whatsoever. The visits from his family numbered the most, but their frequency was closely followed by an odd-looking pair, a man and a woman.

The man was tall, skinny and had extremely slicked back hair. A pair of glasses adorned his nose, and a small smile could often be seen on his face as he looked down at the sleeping man.

The woman was muscular, with shoulder-length blond hair. She was loud, and it was not rare for the nurses to have to poke their heads around the door and remind her to be quiet.

When the man opened his eyes, he awoke to see the woman arguing with the man about something trivial.

And then the man started to cry.

The other two in the room heard his sobs and immediately ran to him, tears also streaming down their faces, as they surrounded him in a group hug.

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When they had finally tired from crying, the two left him alone at the suggestion of the hospital workers.

The man, now sitting up in his bed, looked around the room.

It was a typical hospital ward, sterile, and blindingly white.

Really, thought the man, the furthest away from inky and black that one could get.