'I promise, Suguru, ' Shoko says, meeting his eyes before she lets the heavy, OR doors swing shut, 'he 'll be okay. '

She watches his face twist, blinking away even as he nods. He doesn 't quite believe her, and that 's alright, Shoko finds it in herself to admit, letting the doors fall closed as she moves into the tiny surgery ward. He has a right not to.

'What a fucking mess, '

she thinks, coming to stand by the operating table she 'd had Suguru dump Satoru 's floppy, bloody body on before shooing him out. She knows he 'll just be sitting at the doors, but having him grim and nauseated in the room while she operated on Satoru had been a no thanks from her. Having Yaga blow his top had been bad enough.