[there's a whine, followed by more coughs, sounding more and more strained as she tries not to retch; the venom has done a number on her. Despite all that, Miss Nakamori manages to struggle to her knees, fumbling with the chatelaine around her waist until her fingers close on a small blue bottle.
She twists it open and downs the contents in one go with practiced ease. It hits her like a punch to the gut, and her breath comes out in a wheeze as she doubles over, but she feels a little more coherent as it burns through her body (or at least a little less likely to die at any moment).
Coherent enough to notice the state of her companion, in any case. Panting for breath, Miss Nakamori eyes the blood-wet front of Aoko's shirt and fumbles for a second blue bottle]
I should be— asking you that— What— what happened?
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[there's a whine, followed by more coughs, sounding more and more strained as she tries not to retch; the venom has done a number on her. Despite all that, Miss Nakamori manages to struggle to her knees, fumbling with the chatelaine around her waist until her fingers close on a small blue bottle.
She twists it open and downs the contents in one go with practiced ease. It hits her like a punch to the gut, and her breath comes out in a wheeze as she doubles over, but she feels a little more coherent as it burns through her body (or at least a little less likely to die at any moment).
Coherent enough to notice the state of her companion, in any case. Panting for breath, Miss Nakamori eyes the blood-wet front of Aoko's shirt and fumbles for a second blue bottle]
I should be— asking you that— What— what happened?