"I won't. I promise."

At last, when he spoke to her, Black Jack actually made eye contact, his tone serious and sincere. However, he could only do his best for the teenager. If he died, well...that would be unfortunate. But he wouldn't be the first person to die who didn't deserve it. It was a good bet that, should that happen, he would be back come Monday regardless..

As the minutes ticked by slowly but surely, Black Jack listened to Dera as he worked, his hands working the scalpels like an artist with a brush.