Fuuka could not get to the hospital quick enough. The whole train ride was agony, the other passengers pressing in on her as the seconds ticked by. Her thoughts were consumed with the conversation she had had with Mitsuru; Junpei had been seriously injured. She had been out the door before the Kirijo leader could finish speaking.
It was suppose to be a routine mission. She had even double checked the area for him before he had left. Clutching her purse, Fuuka forced herself not to cry. She could have done more. She should have gone with him. The groceries in the fridge were not worth this.
When she reached the hospital, Fuuka spotted the red head immediately, flying towards her in half panic.
"Where is he? What happened? Can I see him? God, please tell me he's alright!"
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Date: 2013-05-14 04:39 am (UTC)It was suppose to be a routine mission. She had even double checked the area for him before he had left. Clutching her purse, Fuuka forced herself not to cry. She could have done more. She should have gone with him. The groceries in the fridge were not worth this.
When she reached the hospital, Fuuka spotted the red head immediately, flying towards her in half panic.
"Where is he? What happened? Can I see him? God, please tell me he's alright!"