Nayo watched her come over. Crying out as she helped him lay back down. Protesting vehemently to this action. "Please...need up..." he says sadly. Brokenly trying to speak to her iin English. She had just said after all that she knew he was speaking Japanese but couldn't understand it. English was not as easy for him as it was his second language and not his first. He looks at her and frowns. Injured? By what? Why? He didn't understand. Why would someone wish to injure him? He looks at her. "Eight days???" he cries up. Clearly trying to gather the energy to get up. "Why? Need to." He protests in a cute yet clearly stubborn way. It was obvious he was used to pushing himself over and beyond his limitations. "Why would someone want to hurt me? Aren't I just a normal person?" He asks. If the clueless and quizzical look on his face didn't speak volumes his next words would. "Why is my mind white? Why can't I remember anything?" He asks. Tears trailing down his cheeks. He didn't like feeling vunerable and having no idea who he was. "Who am I?" he asks in a begging tone. His english broken but it was obvious he was trying.