Morning arrived with all the subtlety of a brick through a window.
Someone was knocking on my door. Aggressively.
"Go away," I groaned into my pillow.
The knocking intensified.
"Satori! It's been eight hours! I'm coming in!"
Emi's voice. Of course it was Emi's voice.
The door burst open before I could respond, and a blur of sapphire blue hair launched itself onto my bed. I had approximately half a second to brace before Emi landed beside me, her healing aura already pulsing around her hands.
"Your vitals look stable but I brought breakfast and medicine and also I made you a bento for later and—"
"Emi."
"—the rice is from this special farm that Isabelle told me about and the eggs are organic and—"
"Emi."
"—I stayed up all night researching recovery protocols for thoracic trauma and did you know that—"
I grabbed her wrist.
She stopped talking immediately, her brown eyes going wide.
"Breathe."
She breathed.
"Good. Now. What time is it?"
"Six thirty."
