[What might have been a gasp, a whimper dies into the spitting of blood, hocked up into the floor as Anri struggles to breathe. Every intake of breath is followed by a sharp, stabbing pain, but -
But Saika's too far away. She will not be separate from it again. Everything else is too loud, too bright, too angry.
So she struggles, pulling her weight on shaking hands, all but dragging herself across the floor. It's not the picture of dignity by any means.]