Slowly dragging herself across the floor, Nana carefully held onto Motochika's fingers, curling up beside the wall to stay close to Motochika, were she would soon lose consciousness again.
For the next few weeks, every day, Nana was be dragged off to Gods know where for hours at a time, only to come back either poisoned, unconscious, half frozen to death, shocked into catatonic states, or even burned so badly all she could do was lay on the cold ground and cry. When they started to creatively mix drugs however, Nana would often come back unresponsive, and on more than one occasion, would almost choke on her own vomit.
That week had been particularly rough on Nana, leaving her unable to walk from the mixed poison and drugs, and for the last three days, she'd return with almost her entire head wrapped in gauze dotted with blood. "Motochika.." Nana had her arm through the small gap in the wall once again, holding weakly onto her husbands hand. "Please try to get out of here.." She was very weak at this point, her voice just above a whisper. "Please try to get back to Morichika and Nobuchika.."