He had never really believed or relied on good luck, but his encounters with the shinigami before him seemed to be too strong a fate to discount. They were each wound together in darkness and blood, transcending even death itself.

The doctor took a small step forward, but his eyes were trained firmly over Hisoka's head and on the amethyst-eyed shinigami, his expression one of slight disbelief. The boy didn't matter. That he was here now amounted only to a vague annoyance, that could be swept aside at his leisure. For now his own vulnerability made an excellent shield. They wouldn't dare act against an apparently wounded man in a hospital.

"So you are here. I feared our time together had come to an end..."