[Even Hajime can't sleep through that. Her cries filter into his dreams, tightening his chest and furrowing his brow as it drags him slowly to wakefulness. He wasn't sure in the dream if it had been his own voice, but now that he's starting to become more aware, it's painfully obvious that it's not just a dream.]
E-Erika?!
[He tries to shift, realizes abruptly that she's heavy, dragging a grunt of confused pain from his lips as he turns his head. His hand comes up to try to hold her shoulder, touch her cheek, something, but there's nothing there. The faintest outline of a hand passes directly through her, doing absolutely no good at all.]
E-Erika, can you breathe? L-let me get you to the clinic, c'mon...
[He tries -- tries -- to wiggle out from beneath her, progress hampered by one (1) missing hand.]
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E-Erika?!
[He tries to shift, realizes abruptly that she's heavy, dragging a grunt of confused pain from his lips as he turns his head. His hand comes up to try to hold her shoulder, touch her cheek, something, but there's nothing there. The faintest outline of a hand passes directly through her, doing absolutely no good at all.]
E-Erika, can you breathe? L-let me get you to the clinic, c'mon...
[He tries -- tries -- to wiggle out from beneath her, progress hampered by one (1) missing hand.]