Please read Part 1 before continuing.

Keith opened his eyes to a blinding white room. It was plain, with nothing on the walls. There were empty chairs next to him. After focusing into reality, he heard beeping, and felt himself laying in an uncomfortable bed. He groaned with a headache, and looked to either of his sides. Where am I...?

After a minute, a masculine individual walked into the room, setting a clipboard next to Keith on the bed, "Ah, I see you're awake. Any pain?"

Keith furrowed his eyebrows, but then it hit him. I'm in the hospital. "A little in my head," he replies. "What happened?"

The doctor didn't respond, only typed things away on a boxy computer.

"Hello?" Keith sarcastically commented, and the doctor looked back with shock at the quick change of attitude.

"You got into an accident," he put it simply. "What's the last thing you remember?"

Just then, Shiro busted into the room, "Keith!" He sat on the other end of Keith, the chair with the back to the window, and took his hand.

"Sir, if you could please wait outside-"

"He's my little brother, I'm waiting right here," Shiro interrupted the doctor, and Keith squeezed Shiro's hand in return.

Shiro gave a soft smile at Keith, and the doctor continued, "Well, sir, I'll leave him to you then. I'll be back shortly." He huffed, but exited the room nonetheless.

"So, how are you feeling?" Shiro asked worriedly, eyes creased in the corners.

Keith sighed, looking away, "I feel like shit, as always." But it's not always, Keith, just a lot.

Shiro squeezed Keith's hand, "Do you remember what happened?"

Keith thought for a moment. I remember feeling really bad. And I remember going up to the roof top-...

Keith nodded, inhaling sharply, "Yes. Why?"

Shiro sighed, pulling Keith's hand to his cheek, "How come you didn't talk to me?"

Keith rolled his eyes, "Don't be so neurotypical."

Shiro furrowed his eyebrows, and a silence settled over them like dust.

"Suicide" Keith's heart pounded, "is the climax of depression. It is the crippling end. It is not something I asked for. I cracked under the heavy weight, okay? If I could just text you, then it wouldn't have been so urgent."

Shiro was confused, "You texted me before. Keith, I just want to make sure you're safe."

"Yeah, well I'm not always safe!" Keith yelled, a pitch he hadn't reached in a few months.

Shiro looked down, and sighed after a minute, "At least you're okay now."

Physically, Keith noted. Shiro squeezed his hand again, and his little brother realized that the subtle motion was losing its meaning as he grew angrier.

It's whatever, Keith thought. Maybe I did this to myself. Maybe I didn't do enough self-care. Maybe I felt my feelings too vulnerably, and maybe I could've reached out for help.

Shiro leaned over and kissed Keith's forehead, "It'll be all right."

Keith glared at him, "Maybe."