I wrote this based on a prompt Biancadar sent me sent me on Tumblr, so I decided to post it here as well. I haven't played VLR, so I hope I haven't gotten anything wrong in facts or characters. (Also I hate you, Biu)

(Disclaimer: I do not own the image used in the cover. It is by a Pixiv member named "bird" -and while we're at it, I don't own Zero Escape or its characters either)

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Light's lids feel heavy and he begins to wonder just how long it had been since he had last opened them. He doesn't want to open them just yet, though; being asleep feels way too good and he isn't done just yet.

"... can you imagine? Just like that..."

The voice, like honey and sunshine, dances to his ears, coercing his eyes to open and finally releases him from sleep's grasp. "Mmhh..." he moans, letting the owner of the voice know that he's finally ready to get up. She stops talking abruptly, waiting patiently for him to make his next move.

"Clover?" he grunts, testing his voice out. He doesn't know exactly how long he's been out, but he knows that it's been a while since he's used his voice. He forces his lids to open, willing the light to flood in, to show him his baby sister's face.

"Light!" she exclaims, her honey mixing in with relief and joy and as she speaks, he feels two small hands, her hands, holding onto his shoulders. "A-Are you okay?"

"Clover," he repeats, dread tugging at his heart, filling his mind with terrible ideas. "Clover, I can't see you." He doesn't want his voice to shake, but he can't help how cold and lonely he sounds as he dictates his fear.

Her voice cracks when she speaks and her tone tells him that she already knows and she's already cried her tears -well, most of them at least. "L-Light, it's..."

He pushes down on the bed, the hospital bed, extending his arms downwards to hold his weight as he sits up, not expecting to lose his balance as he did so. "C-Clover!" he exclaims, feeling her small hands hold him up, catching him before he falls, before he realizes... He doesn't have his arm; that's why he falls over.

He doesn't have his eyes. He can't see Clover. He will never see her again.

His eyes -if they're even there, begin to sting, boiling liquid seeping though the crevices, sliding down his face, leaving trails of filthy tears in their wake. He doesn't want to cry -not in front of Clover.

"L-Light, please... they'll... they'll give you another arm. They told me they would..." The girl meekly tries to console him, fearing her words cannot reach him, and she's right; Light doesn't want her consolation -he wants to see her face, her smile, her cerulean eyes glimmering like the sun's rays on the ocean, the way they do when he tells her about the books he reads. She stops stammering and intertwines her hand with her brother's remaining hand, reminding him that her warmth is still there and that would never change. "I'm sorry..."

Her words thrust a spike through his heart and he can't help but feel like he hasn't said the right things. He's the big brother so he needs her to be alright. Light would be fine as long as Clover was smiling. "It's okay." Lies. He forces the words out of his mouth, forcing his lips to tilt upwards in a smile, even though he doesn't want to. He doesn't have his eyes. He can't see Clover. He will never see her again. "Don't ever be sorry. I'm fine." Then he asks, "Are you okay?"

He feels her hand squeeze his own and her voice chimes back at him like tiny bells. "I'm fine, too." Light knows she's lying to him, but he doesn't press her for more; after all, he was lying too. All that matters to him in that moment is that they're together, and when they're together, they always pull through.