[h3][color=6ecff6]Miyako[/color][/h3]
[i]The Brink - 3rd Ward - Hana's Clinic[/i]
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Images would fade in and out of focus as Miyako's eyelids drooped before being forced back with a sudden pained gasp of another breath, a reminder that Mi was, amazingly, still living. Little things kept her going, kept her awake, as Mi focused on the tattered pajama wearer pluck away at Mi's inners but unlike before, the movements had a grace and delicacy. Although given Mi's current state, she wasn't really sure if Pajama was helping or finishing what she started as Mi didn't really have much feeling elsewhere in her body at the moment. It was just her mind, drifting along a turbulent sea slowly being washed away from everyone and everything else.

The man, Takumi, seemingly vanished the next moment Mi became aware enough to scan everyone gathered. New faces appeared, it seemed. They were younger, in fact, Mi seemed to pull memories of their terrified faces to overlap the present visages in her delusion state. A reminder, perhaps, that she, at one point, was going to kill them but not anymore. Realization hit Mi at that moment and for brief second, her looked relieved, happy almost. Her Kakuja had failed. Nobody but her was laying on the ground, dead or dying, but Mi herself. A remarkable failure that Mi had never figured and she was glad.

Another wave of disorientation swept over Mi before she came to again and noticed that Takumi had returned. Takumi, she remembered she had heard the Rinkaku mention the name earlier, somehow. Mi watched him, his words but a inaudible mumble to Mi's ears, as he passed something to Pajamas. Mi didn't even feel Pajama's hands leave as the other Ukaku did something with the new equipment. It was a blur but smoke was distinguishable. W-was the Pajama healing from that? W-was Mi next? She had to be. That was the stuff Takumi had acquired which meant Pajama was helping, right?

Mi's mind drifted a bit, not noticing at first that the labeled "Ghoul Battle Potion" was being poured all across her wounds, encouraging her Ghoul physiology to rapidly heal. It was only when that miraculous liquid was poured down into her mouth that she suddenly felt a surge of life. Mi's eyes fluttered as she took a big gasp of fresh breath, as if being startled from deep sleep. Her mind flushed with stimulus and her eyes quickly darted around with a new vigor taking everything in. Deep, panicked breaths pulsed from her stunned mouth. She was definitely supposed to be dead but here she was, alive and healing. It was a very surreal experience.

However Mi calmed as a wave of pain from her injures worked there way back into feeling within the nervous system. Mi choked on a gak of pain as her body clenched tight. She hardly noticed that Pajama was talking to her now, but she kept a careful eye open, watching the others around her. 

[color=6ecff6]"You saved me..."[/color], Miyako muttered, sounding a bit in disbelief. She was trembling slightly, not from fear but just from the sheer shock and agony still present in her body although her wounds were quickly healing from the inside out. Tears welled up on the on her bottom eyelid. [color=6ecff6]"I..I don't know..."[/color], Mi started but was interrupted by a sob but she steeled herself just enough to plead. [color=6ecff6]"I didn't want...!"[/color], but again she was stopped short of her quiet sobs. This time she didn't continue as she raised her good arm to attempt to wipe her eyes. It was at this point she realized that some of her Kakuja armor still covered herself, although some of it had since crumbled away (her other arm) or been removed (Her mask), so she just ended up covering her eyes with her armored hand.