I haven't had many visitors in the hospital since I injured my wing. Besides Noelle, at least.

I'm starting to think that she might be the only one who cares. Even my own father has barely come in, and he WORKS here.

Truly, some days I cannot wait to get out of this town. Away from everyone. Perhaps when I have the funds, it'd be possible.

... Anyway. Kris came in to visit the other day. Just Kris.

Something about them seemed different. And quite... odd. They were so pale. They kept clumsily shuffling about, like they were about to fall over at any second. They were clutching their chest like they could hardly breath. I'd be lying if I said seeing them like this didn't have me at least... a little frightened. But they were happy to see me, I think. It's hard to tell with them, anywho.

They brought over a portable console, and we played some classic Dragon Blazers together. I took one joystick, and they took the other.

... It was really fun. I had fun. It was very strange being so... physically close to them. But it felt rather nice, in ways that I couldn't describe.

After they left, I heard something. Distant music, coming from the hallways. Familiar music, played masterfully by the hands of artisan.

I think it might've been them. It had to be, didn't it? Noelle always did say they played beautifully, after all.

I reclined back in my bed and I simply listened. I listened until the very end. Some part of me wished I could've been there in front of them to listen. Play with them, even. But I couldn't. I may never even have that opportunity. And dumb as I am, I keep ignorantly wishing for a concert that'll never exist.

Something special, as they have with her, where I can hear their music clear as day and properly appreciate it.

At the moment, however, I only wish I could learn how to play like them. Currently, I think, it's far beyond my reach, particularly with this bad wing. But I want to try. I want to learn, even if it might hurt.

If only just to try and replicate the song that I keep hearing in my mind. The very song they played. If only just to make her happy and bless her home with beautiful music like they used to.

... Would they listen, too, if I tried?