Nana couldn’t remember what had happened, why her body ached and wasn’t heavy, mind swimming from the morphine. Where was she? Why was she there? Was Motochika with her? She managed to open her eye, only one would open. Two blurry figures stood within her sight, talking to a third blurry figure.
“....Stockholm Syndrome.... Broken bones... Fractured eye socket... Vaginal tearing... Missing flesh... Ghouls...”
She only managed to catch some words, dipping in and out as she watched the three. She saw white hair, and her heart ached. “Motochika..?” She rasped out weakly, reaching out with one arm, which had been put in a cast.