Shu gave Sasha a quick smile, scratching his head as he looked to his brother and Ricken again. He hoped it was correct and she wasn’t just feeding him praise for his way of thinking. If she was saying it was good to not get too excited over winning or too sad over losing then maybe it was correct and Takeshi was wrong for thinking that way, but then again she might just be saying that to make him feel good about making a decision on his own that wasn’t entirely someone else’s. He was certainly growing confused over this whole process, he didn’t know what he was supposed to believe for himself but it was apparently good in her eyes. It all came down to whether Aito was pleased with him, he certainly wondered whether he was doing good according to what Aito wanted him to do. Probably if Aito found him here he would be mad or maybe even disappointed that he took part in an activity that could be deemed stressful. Letting out a little squeak when Sasha got really close to his ear not particularly liking it when someone got that close, frowning at what she wanted him to do. “Ooh umm, o-okay! I do that if so”, he spoke quickly, sighing a little, “Hope he no get all mad at me instead…” -- Viral did wonder if she had shifted something out of place, he was definitely feeling a fair amount of pain now that wasn’t exactly going away very quickly. If she pulled him and he fell out of his bed he would probably end up having to go back into surgery because he ruptured everything that was supposed to heal. He wasn’t going to heal very fast, his body was too damaged to focus healing on one area and he wasn’t going to get much energy restored in a place like this. It was too risky to be pulled around, even if he didn’t want to be in this bed all busted and broken like this. Groaning as Yumi continued to poke and prod him he was about ready to bite Yumi’s finger until he noticed a doctor and nurse enter the room, their immediate concern was towards Yumi. Feeling rather thankful that they had come he was startled when Yumi looked like she was ready to crush his broken body in a hug; however, thankfully for him the nurse had caught her before she could. He didn’t care what Yumi was on, if she was going to be like that whenever someone was away he would probably just be best tying her down or better yet just killing himself like he told her. If he couldn’t do that there was always the whole knocking himself completely out for the days it would take for him to recover. Letting out a groan in annoyance he turned his attention to the doctor, staring at him as he moved around his bed. “…The only improvement right now is that I’m not bleeding…” he spoke lowly, “They were somewhat helping until Yumi dropped herself on me, but now…I wonder if being awake is what I should really be when my chest feels like it split in half…” He had felt worse in the past and at least he didn’t feel like he was going to die, but lying here with no way to ease it didn’t make him wonder if he was better comatose. “Why would it matter…you’ve done all you can. When can the others leave…? They need their freedom more than me, I can’t care less about how I’m feeling. Just make sure they’re out of here soon…”