[RedRose4]

Josh was about to head back to his desk, but stopped at the sound of a thump. Looking back, he noticed Akira on the ground, unmoving. With a deep sigh, Josh rubbed his forehead in frustration and walked over, kneeling in front of the young man and furrowing his eyebrows.
Akira was too weak, Josh knew that but he still wasn’t going to treat him like royalty when he himself deserved it. Noticing the tattoo’s, he then softly brushed his fingers along Akira’s skin, curiously wondering what they meant to him, what the sentimental value of them were.
Moving Akira on his back, Josh looked around, momentarily wondering if he should move Akira onto something more comfortable, but he kicked the thought out of his mind and just sat next to him, grabbing one of the papers off the extra desk and reading it over. As he read, he glanced at Akira once in a while, debating his health before someone walked in with his food, gesturing it over to the desk.
Even with a questionable glance in his direction, the chef put the food on the desk and bowed before walking out.