@seiizon knows what’s going on.
It’s over. Everything--their struggle, their fear, their uncertainty--it was over.
Yuki had reached them. They had been rescued. Aosoi’s speculation was right, the water suppressed the bacteria. For some, it was too late. Their bodies were far too long, their minds long lost to the ravages of a disease they’d never had the chance to understand. But it wasn’t too late for all of them. It wasn’t too late for them.
Miki was newly infected, the bacteria only freshly introduced into her system. She was still weak, still recovering, but she would be okay. Kurumi, on the other hand, was far more touch-and-go. She’d been on the brink of death for so long that her body would need time to return to being normal. The researchers were still trying to work to understand the properties of the water, and why, exactly, it suppressed what Aosoi had coined as “omega.” But Yuuri not only didn’t care about that, she also knew she’d never really be able to understand it. What she did understand, rather, was that she needed to be there for her friend, needed to pray to whatever higher being existed that she’d wake up, soon.
She really needed to be in her own hospital room--all four girls were exhausted and on the verge of starving. But she didn’t care, really--she’d tugged her IV along until she’d found Kurumi’s room, and quietly bowed her head before the door. “I’m coming in.” Really, she should’ve gotten in trouble the instant she weakly forced herself out of bed, but everyone was treating the four members of the now-disbanded School Living Club with extreme care. If it weren’t for them, the cure would’ve been lost forever. If it weren’t for them, the world may have truly ended.
The black-haired girl was seemingly asleep, but Yuuri could tell that this was a different rest. It wasn’t one she would never wake up from. The monitors hooked up to the girl who had worked so hard to protect her friends slowly beeped, listing off vital information Yuuri couldn’t be bothered to try and understand. Instead, she grabbed a chair by one of the walls, pulled it over to Kurumi’s bed, and sat, bowing her head as she clasped her hands together.
“...thank you.” For not dying, for being the only chance they’d had. (A chance she’d been so, so close to snuffing out without ever being the wiser.)
