Two months…

That’s how long I was out…

Aster: Tell me you’re not going to the hospital again.

Ume: I have to go. She almost died for me.

Aster: I get that, Ume. I really do. I’ve tried my hardest to be supportive but… I just can’t anymore. Between the extra hours at the station and the late nights at the hospital… you’re not exactly giving me the impression that you’re wanting to be here.

Ume: You want me to just abandon her?

Aster: No. I want you to make a decision. Where would you rather be?