Dead, she thinks. Dead, dead, dead, her friend is dead, but her eyes must also be playing tricks on her. It must be an illusion, it must be her own fear rearing its head, or maybe something the murderer has done to drive a stake farther in. It has to be fake-
But the body exaggerates when it continuosly fails to do what it needs. The muscles that work are doing their best to move, and the muscles that are separated practically snap with each botched attempt. They're minute motions, but those minute motions are evident enough that the eye catches them with ease now that she's watching.
...At which point she actually is sick, at least a little.
"ORugh-"
Disgusting, but she can't think about that. How is Ritsuka even moving? God, is that why Keke is just trying to...to he...
Messy hand aside, the woman feels like she's been struck with a bolt.
The human presence is Ritsuka.
She's alive, she's alive, she's alive-
...For now.
Yasuho rushes over with a scream, no doubt startling the dog. Desperate hands fumble to pull the body together where it's impossible, pleas and cries nothing but gibberish from her mouth. She needs help-
Help will not get here in time. Help might bring the culprit back.
She needs someone, anyone, anyone who can heal-
...And as it is, they're probably occupied with the newest dungeon.
The phone at her side gleams with every desperate fumble. Her hands are already red and slick from trying to even assess what's happened as she tries to think of how to bandage wounds like this, and it smears ugly stains across the device when she notices the glow.
She found new rock things for this the other day...right? They were definitely doing some kind of healing in Tartarus, right? They have to be enough. It has to be enough...right??
Something to fix this- Something to keep her alive, something-
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But the body exaggerates when it continuosly fails to do what it needs. The muscles that work are doing their best to move, and the muscles that are separated practically snap with each botched attempt. They're minute motions, but those minute motions are evident enough that the eye catches them with ease now that she's watching.
...At which point she actually is sick, at least a little.
"ORugh-"
Disgusting, but she can't think about that. How is Ritsuka even moving? God, is that why Keke is just trying to...to he...
Messy hand aside, the woman feels like she's been struck with a bolt.
The human presence is Ritsuka.
She's alive, she's alive, she's alive-
...For now.
Yasuho rushes over with a scream, no doubt startling the dog. Desperate hands fumble to pull the body together where it's impossible, pleas and cries nothing but gibberish from her mouth. She needs help-
Help will not get here in time. Help might bring the culprit back.
She needs someone, anyone, anyone who can heal-
...And as it is, they're probably occupied with the newest dungeon.
The phone at her side gleams with every desperate fumble. Her hands are already red and slick from trying to even assess what's happened as she tries to think of how to bandage wounds like this, and it smears ugly stains across the device when she notices the glow.
She found new rock things for this the other day...right? They were definitely doing some kind of healing in Tartarus, right? They have to be enough. It has to be enough...right??
Something to fix this- Something to keep her alive, something-
A word comes to her mind.
"T...Teara... TEARAL-!"