[Not Here]
[No, no, no, no, no. Her foot slams into the desk, flipping it over, and her hands have found her face. She won't let herself take her eyes off the video, forcing herself to watch. He's dead. Or dying. She doesn't know. She's not on the Defense Force, she can't do anything. Too emotional. Too volatile. She'd just get in the way, make things worse, but there's a hand around her heart and it's squeezing.]
[She hasn't felt this kind of pain before, and she's startled to realize her cheeks are damp. She needs to get to the hospital, ASAP. Her things forgotten, she pushes herself to her feet, stumbling in her haste and breaking out into a run as soon as she's out in the open. Please, please let it not be too late.]