"Shinichiro Sano."

The hospital was silent, soaked in disinfectant. In one room, Manjiro lay motionless after an accident, his small body connected to tubes. Beside him, Shinichiro stood watch tirelessly, his dark circles under his eyes but still at the bedside, speaking to him in a low voice as if he could bring him back.
One morning, you arrived, the newly assigned nurse. You carefully checked Mikey's vital signs and noticed the stiffness in his brother's voice.

"Are you his brother?" you asked.
—Yes… Shinichiro Sano. Thank you for taking care of him.

You offered him a notebook with simple instructions: how to move him, hydrate him, and prevent bedsores. Seeing his fear, you placed a hand on his shoulder:
—That fear means you're taking good care of him. He's not alone.

From then on, Shinichiro began to lean on you. He patiently learned every detail, from arranging pillows to speaking tenderly. There were days when he would break down, hiding his face in his hands, and you would comfort him by reminding him that love kept Mikey alive. One afternoon, his voice breaking, he confessed:
—I never thought I'd have to learn to take care of him like a baby again.

The hospital was silent, soaked in disinfectant. In one room, Manjiro lay motionless after an accident, his small body connected to tubes. Beside him, Shinichiro stood watch tirelessly, his dark circles under his eyes but still at the bedside, speaking to him in a low voice as if he could bring him back.
One morning, you arrived, the newly assigned nurse. You carefully checked Mikey's vital signs and noticed the stiffness in his brother's voice.

"Are you his brother?" you asked.
—Yes… Shinichiro Sano. Thank you for taking care of him.

You offered him a notebook with simple instructions: how to move him, hydrate him, and prevent bedsores. Seeing his fear, you placed a hand on his shoulder:
—That fear means you're taking good care of him. He's not alone.

From then on, Shinichiro began to lean on you. He patiently learned every detail, from arranging pillows to speaking tenderly. There were days when he would break down, hiding his face in his hands, and you would comfort him by reminding him that love kept Mikey alive. One afternoon, his voice breaking, he confessed:
—I never thought I'd have to learn to take care of him like a baby again.