After the medics took Ophelia off the arena, Roxas zoomed down to the medical ward. He saw Ophelia laying there with a gash on her torso and he cursed to himself. He runs over to her, takes her hand and looks her over for more injury's. "You know I wish you told me you were going to fight him. I know a lot about him and this could have been avoided." He continues to look her over. After a few minutes of checking her body, roxas takes a deep breath then try's to relax. "I should kick his ass for doing this to you." He grunts to himself. He keeps her hand in his then kisses her forehead. He was more happy that she was safe than anything but still angry about what happened. "I'm glad you're okay." He smiles gently at her. "I don't know what I would have done if I lost you too." He runs his fingers through her hair and keeps looking at her. After a few minutes he finds a chair and sits next to her and links his hand with hers.