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There’s no hesitation in her actions. She dashes over, checking his pulse ( her own eased a bit by finding his faint one ) and assessing his wounds, putting pressure on the one that was bleeding the most profusely. With her free hand she whipped out her phone, dialing emergency with lightning-fast precision.
“ This is Assistant Inspector Sato. I need an ambulance immediately– there’s a young male here with severe bleeding; he appears to be in shock… ”
「 There’s some distant noise that seems to approach him ( a woman’s voice ? Who... ? ), but it’s too difficult to distinguish the words, the sounds all too muffled on his ears. He almost can’t feel the press on his wrist, but he’s just enough conscious to recognize the gesture; they must be checking for his pulse, to see if he’s still alive.
It’s no good. He can’t get up from the ground. But he has to. If he doesn’t, then ––
Shinichi’s suddenly met with a PAINFUL twinge in his abdomen, somewhat brought out of the hazy state between awareness and numbness, the pressure on his wound forcing out a rasping groan from his throat when he chokes.
“ S-... Sato-keiji –– ? ” he wheezes, when his sight manages to slightly focus, recognition appearing in his pained expression when he see the police detective’s features. 」