At your pleading voice, Axton pauses his movements. However, it isn't to start a conversation. He seems to deliberate for a moment, then suddenly stands up and walks toward a chart placed in the corner of the room.

Thump, thump. His footsteps echo unusually loud. Unable to understand what he is doing, you just stare blankly at his back.

Standing before the chart, Axton silently tears off a page. He picks up a pen and begins to scribble something quickly. The scratching sound of the pen breaks the silence and fills the hospital room.

A moment later, he returns to the bed holding the scrap of paper. He abruptly thrusts the paper in front of your eyes.

As you scream in frustration, he shoves the paper even closer to your face, as if this piece of paper holds the answer to every question.

He still says nothing. He simply waits for you to check the contents of the note. His white eyes stare at you without emotion, and one of his black tentacles presses down on a corner of the paper, swaying restlessly.