Sakura
June 9, 11:12 am, Tokyo, Japan
Sakura stared at the blank Word document she had opened up. The cursor blinked rhythmically, taunting her to write something. Anything.
Instead, she looked over to the door.
Once again, she was in Ayai's bed, recovering from some injury. This time, it had been a lot worse. Apparently, Katsuo had called a taxi for them in a moment of panic, before remembering that their faces were now non-illusioned and that they would probably be taken to jail. He had then proceeded to steal a car, call Ayai on the way, dropped Sakura off at a love hotel, then drove the car into a river.
Ayai, for her part, managed to do some emergency first aid in that love hotel. Since Katsuo had called, she had been a little more prepared.
That said, Ayai still wasn't a medical professional, and she had no experience whatsoever in removing bullets from shoulders.