For the past three days, Kakeru has been drifting in and out of uneasy sleep, curled up in yellowed blankets. Her choppy blonde hair sticks uncomfortably to her sweaty neck, but she's still cold, so cold. She doesn't know what's broken, her sense of the outside temperature, or her body's ability to maintain homeostasis, and she's in too much pain to care.
No. 1 (they call him Shuichi these days, after deciding it was too dehumanizing to continue calling him a number) had been bringing Kakeru food every day, but most of it went untouched. She couldn't keep anything more solid than broth down. It was all she could do to stumble out of bed and make a hazy beeline towards the nearest restroom in the Shadow Organization branch. When she finally recovers in two weeks, she wouldn't be able to remember any of this in clarity. But right now, her eyelids flutter, she's slipping between the firm, slightly wrinkled cot (cold, so cold), and a soft, warm lap.
Kakeru recognizes it instantly, relief flushing her body, and she lets the sleep take her.
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For the past three days, Kakeru has been drifting in and out of uneasy sleep, curled up in yellowed blankets. Her choppy blonde hair sticks uncomfortably to her sweaty neck, but she's still cold, so cold. She doesn't know what's broken, her sense of the outside temperature, or her body's ability to maintain homeostasis, and she's in too much pain to care.
No. 1 (they call him Shuichi these days, after deciding it was too dehumanizing to continue calling him a number) had been bringing Kakeru food every day, but most of it went untouched. She couldn't keep anything more solid than broth down. It was all she could do to stumble out of bed and make a hazy beeline towards the nearest restroom in the Shadow Organization branch. When she finally recovers in two weeks, she wouldn't be able to remember any of this in clarity. But right now, her eyelids flutter, she's slipping between the firm, slightly wrinkled cot (cold, so cold), and a soft, warm lap.
Kakeru recognizes it instantly, relief flushing her body, and she lets the sleep take her.
Michiru...
She allows herself say it out loud.
"Michiru..."
"Kakeru. I didn't mean to wake you."
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