Again, Long didn't catch the bottle. He was still looking at his fingers.

Rosen bashed him in the nose again.

Long didn't retaliate, putting his hand to his side and letting the blood trickle down his face.

"Open the bottle!" Rosen suddenly shouted at him, face close to him.

Long's expression didn't change, but he almost seemed to relax a little as Rosen's voice echoed in his ears.

Rosen stared at Long for a while before cussing loudly, "This is all your fault! And you won't remember any of it in the end you huge boulder!" he swore at him.

Still nothing.

Rosen grew angrier by the second, "So what? You're just going to meditate in that stupid, private little world you little prat!" he shouted, forgetting about his hands in his fury and punching Long. Instantly cried out loudly and half collapsed on top of Long, hands shaking badly. He couldn't find the air to cuss as he started to sob from the pain.

Long let Rosen stay where he was as he got over the pain.

The pain only seemed to get worse as Rosen's sobs became cries like the first day he had been awake. Slowly he slipped off of Long's bed.

As Rosen was heading for the floor, Long grabbed the back of his shirt before he could accidentally fall on his hands. Then surprisingly, Long got up and carried Rosen back over to his bed, laid him down, and set him up with some more pain medication. He finally glanced at Rosen when he was done, blood still dripping down his face onto his shirt.

Rosen was still sobbing, hands shaking. Even as the pain medication started to kick in, he continued to cry.

Long let Rosen cry, going back to his own bed and laying back down again to stare at the ceiling.

"Why d-did you help m... me?" Rosen finally spat at Long, "J-Just a... nother debt... I-I can n-never repay."

Long didn't reply.

After a bit of time, the doctor came in and blinked at Long's nose. He paused, deciding not to ask, as he took another blood sample.