That's the spirit, Hicchan~!ProfAllister wrote: “Wahahahahahaha~! That was fun! Is everyone okay~?”
I want to respond, to move, but no luck.
My heart.
“Hicchan?”
I can't say for sure, but I think it was Shizune’s head. It hit me square in the chest.
“Hicchan~!”
I can see the terror in her eyes as she realises what's happening. In the same instant, she seems to become a different person.
“Shicchan, get the nurse!”
Shizune nods, picking herself up and quickly disappearing down the stairs.
“Emi, get the AED!”
“The what?”
“It's by the stairs on the second floor! It's a red box with a heart, a lightning bolt, and the letters ‘AED.’”
Emi hesitates for a moment, then shoots down the stairs in her trademark blur.
Misha lays me out on the landing while Rin watches. Hands on my chest, she starts pushing down. CPR. It's a nice gesture, but we both know the odds aren't in my favor.
I feel like I'm looking down over myself, like I'm not the person on the ground there dying. Emi comes with the red box, and Shizune comes back a little later with the nurse. All sorts of things are happening around me, but I don't care. I know I'm dying.
At least I'm not dying a virgin.
Seriously, that was awesome and (at least, inasmuch as it can be) unexpected. It's usually interesting when a totally different persona emerges in stressful situations. It's also surprisingly common. In any given daily situation, I can be quite indecisive. But when the fecal matter hits the rotating impeller, decisions are very quick and easy for me. I can triage, render aid, return fire, or whatever is necessary. Ask me for what I want for lunch, and I might not have an answer after a half-hour.