The left side of the bandages had been torn, probably by the same force that created the wound I could now see through the gap. A gash ran from just below the ribcage to the hip, deep enough to have bled through the bandages and the suit and onto the floor in the thin trail I'd followed from the hallway.
Someone or something had caught Hikaru with a clean lateral strike during training, and instead of going to the medical center like any reasonable human being, Hikaru had walked back to the apartment, climbed five flights of stairs while actively hemorrhaging, and collapsed in the bathroom while attempting to treat the wound alone.
