"Little late for that. You're bleeding all over my bathroom."
"Your bathroom... is the other... one."
She was correcting my apartment geography while semiconscious from blood loss. That was so perfectly Hikaru that I almost laughed.
"Fine. You're bleeding all over your bathroom. The nurse is on the way. I need you to stay awake and keep breathing, which I know are both activities you find annoying and unnecessary, but I'm asking as a personal favor."
Her eyes focused for one terrible second, and I watched the moment she realized what had happened. She looked down at her own chest, at the breasts she'd spent years binding and hiding and pretending didn't exist, now completely exposed and lit by the harsh fluorescent bathroom light.
