Mio
Mio cast Vitalize on herself. The green light filled her body up but it wouldn't take away the ice in her chest.
The warmth sank through the skin and into the raw tissue beneath—muscle fibers finishing their weave, blood vessels sealing, the fragile stitching that had held her together for the last twenty minutes finally setting permanent. It hurt more than the wound had.
She stood and her knees held. Then she felt a subtle movement in her jacket pocket—Jii-jii had made itself cozy at some point, snoring quietly despite everything.
Kaito was still against the wall with Kise in his lap. He'd closed her eyes. The gauze on her wrist had come fully loose and her crooked fingers rested on her own thigh, curled inward.
Mio sat back down next to him.
"You look like actual shit," Kaito said.
"You look worse."
Chi-chi's phone sat between them on the concrete, the timer reading 00:06:41 and counting. Neither of them moved.
