**Chapter 5: Hospital Visits**

The hospital room was a sterile, antiseptic space that seemed to suck the life out of everyone who entered. Kaito lay in the bed, his small body covered in bruises and bandages, his fragile form a stark contrast to the beeping machines and sterile equipment that surrounded him. The fluorescent lights above hummed softly, casting an eerie glow over the room. Akira was the first to visit her brother, her eyes welling up with tears as she took in the sight of Kaito's battered body. She felt a pang of guilt and regret for not being able to protect him, for not being more attentive to his needs. She sat down beside his bed, taking his hand in hers and whispering softly, "Kaito, I'm so sorry. I should have been there for you. I should have made sure you were okay." As she sat there, Akira couldn't help but think about all the times she had taken Kaito for granted. She had always assumed he would be there, that he would be fine. But now, she wasn't so sure. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and she squeezed Kaito's hand tightly, as if trying to will him back to health. Taro came in next, his alpha energy radiating concern and anxiety. He stood at the foot of Kaito's bed, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for something to do. "Kaito, buddy, I'm so sorry," he said, his voice gruff. "We'll get through this, okay? We'll make sure you're okay." But despite his brave words, Taro's eyes betrayed his worry, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility for Kaito's accident. Lila followed, her beta nature making her more empathetic and nurturing. She brought a bouquet of flowers and a soft blanket, which she gently placed on Kaito's bed. "Kaito, sweetie, I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice trembling. "We'll take care of you, okay? We'll make sure you're safe and loved." Her eyes welled up with tears as she gazed at Kaito's battered body, and she felt a deep sense of regret for not being more protective of him. Kenji, the brother who had forgotten to pick Kaito up, was the last to visit. He looked like he had been carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, his eyes sunken and his face pale. He stood at the door, hesitant to enter, but Akira beckoned him forward. "Kenji, come in," she said, her voice soft. "He needs to see you." Kenji approached Kaito's bed, his eyes filling with tears. "Kaito, I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice cracking. "I was so stupid and careless. I should have been there for you." He felt a wave of guilt wash over him, and he knew that he would have to live with this regret for a long time. As Kaito's family took turns visiting him, they couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions: guilt, worry, and regret. They had taken Kaito for granted, assuming he would always be there. But now, they realized that they had been wrong. Kaito was fragile, and he needed their love and support. The hospital room was quiet, the only sound the beeping of the machines and the soft hum of the fluorescent lights. Kaito's family sat around his bed, holding his hands and whispering their apologies into the silence. They knew that they had a long way to go, that they had to make amends and learn to appreciate each other. But for now, they just sat there, surrounded by the sterile equipment and the beeping machines, and hoped that Kaito would be okay. As the day wore on, Kaito's family began to realize that they had been given a second chance. They had been given the chance to make things right, to prove to Kaito that they loved and cared for him. And they were determined to make the most of it, to be there for Kaito and support him every step of the way. The sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the hospital room. Kaito's family sat around his bed, holding his hands and watching as he slept. They knew that the road to recovery would be long and difficult, but they were ready to face it head-on, together.