The paralysis making Soro unable to move no longer had any effect. He came back to his senses and spotted Tanya out cold on his bed. Roso had ran out of the room to look for help.

"Can I get a nurse in room 83 !!"

A tall woman with long purple hair ran over to him. It was the same nurse that helped Soro last time he was in the hospital.

"I'm a nurse, what's the problem ?"

"My associate is severely injured in the room behind me"

The nurse ran into the room and saw Tanya out cold with blood all over the bed sheet.

"What happened here !?!"

She glanced over and noticed Soro next to Tanya.

"Have I seen you before ?"

Soro turned and looked at her, he was completely unaware of the situation and lost for words. He just slowly got up and took a step back away from Tanya. The nurse went over to Tanya and checked her pulse.

"She's in a state of shock and losing blood by the second. We need to get her to an ER as fast as possible"

Roso walked into the room.

"I'll help"

They both walked over to Tanya and picked her up, they held her around their shoulders as they quickly walked out of the room and down the corridor. Soro just watched in confusion. He had no idea what happened while she was using her ability on him. Could he have done that ? Was he the one responsible ? If so then he had to go apologize and offer his help.

["What do I do ? This is so confusing dammit"]

After a second he realized something. The investigators who were interrogating him had completely left the room. Now was his only opportunity to avoid being detained or worse for the incident.

["If I leave, then they won't be able to question me any longer"]

Deep down he knew this wasn't the right thing to do, but he didn't want to risk being put in a detention center. He wanted to at least make sure his sister and Akame were okay. Not only that but he also wanted to find out how long he was passed out for. Could it have been a week ? A month maybe ? Or even a year ?

With so many questions on his mind he sprinted out of the room and went down the stairs. He quickly exited the hospital as fast as he could. He didn't sign out through the office or anything, as far as the hospital were aware he was still in a coma. Soro walked over to an old man wearing a suit. He had to find out the time and date, as that would determine where he goes next.

"Excuse me sir, could you tell me the date and time ?"

The man raised his arm up and glanced at the watch on his wrist.

"It's 2:13 PM and today is Wednesday, why do you ask ?"

Soro ignored his question and began running toward his school. The man just watched.

"Eh?"

If it was 2:33 PM it meant he had around 30 minutes before school ended to head there and make sure Takimi and Akame were doing fine. The distance from the hospital to the school would usually be a 2 hour walk. There was no way he could make it in time, but still he had no intentions of giving up. He just had to see them.

It made sense that he was worried for the sake of his friends and family, but it seemed like he paid no attention to his own current state. I mean he had just got up from a coma of god knows how long, yet he still somehow decides to make sure the people he cares about are doing fine rather than himself.

This was a great problem Soro had. He would always put people he knew first instead of himself. Even as a kid he would take the blame whenever he and his sister got in trouble.

As he carelessly ran towards the school, he went onto a road without noticing his surroundings, a car had appeared on his side. He turned his head and noticed it soon after, however it was too late for him to try dodge it. The car was going at an enormous speed, it was clearly over the limit. Soro had no chance of avoiding it.

He looked at the windscreen and saw a slight blur of the man who was driving it. He could make out a somewhat sinister expression on the mans face. It was as if he was smiling. Soro's heart began pounding out of his chest, he didn't want to die on the very day he woke up from a coma. What about his sister ? Who would take care of her if he wasn't around ?

For the second time in less than a month, he was about to witness the last couple of seconds before he transcended to the world of the dead. He closed his eyes completely shut and put his hands up to prepare for the impact.

A couple of seconds went by, then later on a minute had passed. His eyes were still shut and he remained in the same position. How was this possible ?

He knew for sure their was a car about to hit him, but why couldn't he feel the impact ?

Could it be that he is already dead ? Do people not feel anything before death ?

He slowly opened his eyes, he was prepared to see the face of Satan looking down in front of him, but instead he saw something even more unbelievable. The face in front of him was not a person, but rather an object. What he saw in front of him was no other than the school gates.