@foolshoujo continued from here
How does one explain their own intuition? How do you explain a feeling to someone who has never experienced that feeling before. This was the conundrum Fuuka had faced when sat in the hospital bed next to Chairman Ikutsuki. As he questioned her on the happenings before her Persona's awakening, insisting they could do it later yet being there while she was recovering and asking then none the less. She didn't want to be a waste of his time. She wanted to help. But how did she explain the feeling of being a deer who simply knew that around the corner was a hunter preparing their aim against? Was it sound that gave the Shadows away? They were silent. Perhaps smell? If she were a deer perhaps she'd have smelled something past the thick tang of Iron that hung over Tartarus. It wasn't even sight really that had protected her so well. Once in a while sight would confirm her suspicions, the strange movements of a shadow would send her fleeing like a fawn at the unfamiliar rustle of a bush. But sight alone would never have protected her so well. No... It was all feeling. An intuition that she could barely describe to the other without feeling as though she'd gone mad and the whole time he just sat, smiling so serenely...
The feeling lingers strong as ever even now as she stands before her friend? Her teammate. Her schoolmate. Yes they were teammates, there was a level of trust to that. But how much trust? Enough to brush past this feeling of dread in her stomach? This feeling as though she is witnessing a tragedy before her very eyes when all she is seeing is Minako... Ever since she first met Minako she'd felt like that. Confused the poor girl for a shadow even, a deer who tried to run from a rabbit upon first meeting... She had learned to trust Minako quickly, she and the others had saved her and Natsuki after all. But could Minako trust her enough to consider her a teammate? Could she be trusted to be considered as such when she could barely find the words to tell others of herself? For now all she could consider herself to Minako was a schoolmate. A schoolmate and nothing more.
"No need to apologize." There's a relieved smile that graces her features for a few seconds when Minako accepts her help. She had thought for sure that she'd be turned away. Minako was such a strong and independent girl after all. What kind of help would someone like Fuuka be? More then she thinks considering the first aid kit in her room and the trainings her parents had insisted she take for years.
"H-hold you arm up so the wound is above your heart. I-if you can⦠Okay? And wait here, please. I'm gonna go get the first aid kit." With that she hurries to her room glad to have it so close to the Girl's common study area. She returns with a slightly larger then standard first aid kit. Opening it shows two levels to the box from the bottom of which she takes out some disinfectant, cotton balls and bandages.
"Can⦠Can I ask if you know how this happened? You guys were so cool out there⦠From my perspective I didn't think you'd gotten hit."