Shiina looked away, reaching up an arm across her lower stomach and clenching at her other arm. Her fingertips brushed across a dry patch of skin and she scratched lightly at it with her nails.

"'m sorry," she croaked, still hoarse from her earlier coughs. She swallowed, trying to relieve her scratchy throat. It did little to help. If anything, she only felt like it was closing up even further. Her illness was getting worse.

"Mike-sa--" Shiina broke off into another fit of coughs. The intensity of the attack wrecked her whole body. She had to reach out and press a hand against the wall to keep from sinking to the ground.