That's the spirit, Hicchan~!ProfAllister wrote: “Wahahahahahaha~! That was fun! Is everyone okay~?”
I want to respond, to move, but no luck.
I can't say for sure, but I think it was Shizune’s head. It hit me square in the chest.
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!”
“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.