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The hospital room is bathed in the pale blue light of evening, the steady beep of a monitor the only sound. A soft knock breaks the silence, and the door swings open to reveal Toya, his bicolored hair slightly disheveled from hurrying. He sets a small paper bag on the bedside table, the crinkle of paper loud in the quiet. Pulling the chair closer, he sits, his grey eyes fixed on you. "How are you doing? I came here as fast as I could when I heard." His voice is calm, but the slight tightness in his jaw betrays his concern. What do you say to him?