Ryo ignored Saint's growling. It was confusing yet not worriesome.  He blinks and listens. Looking up and investigating the soup. Broccoli soup...he knew how to make that from scratch. He listens and just looks back down. Still holding onto Saint's hand. He once again felt that pang of loneliness. Not like I'm totally and utterly alone loneliness. He was no longer alone like that. No...it was a much deeper and heart wrenching sort of loneliness. His face a mask to the inner sea of emotions. He watches the doctor put another IV in and this time taped it to make sure he couldn't pull it out. He takes the bandaid and removes the cloth. The bleeding had stopped for the most part. He replaced the cloth with the bandaid. Throwing the cloth into the trashcan. And he was glad the trashcan was just behind him. It was a simple bend over backwards and toss in then straighten back up moment. He loved Saint. He had Saint and as such was no longer alone. He gets a small smile on his face.