"I need to work on him without anyone else present first. But shortly I will need the two of you. In order for me to save Watanuki's body, I need someone to give him blood and someone to take his wounds. Decide quickly." Yuuko gave them grave looks in turn, then shut the sliding door.
"His back was torn up so horribly..." Himawari whispered. The glass on the ground at school looked dark and jagged, and the dull blood on some of the shards emphasized that it had done its best to remove her friend from the world of the living. But it wasn't the glass's fault.
Doumeki's expressionless face stared at her for a few seconds before he spoke. "Would you give him your blood?"
Little came out of his mouth, but his eyes spoke volumes. The loss of blood will tire you out for a little while, but you'll recover. The wounds wouldn't heal completely, and you'd be in a lot of pain. A girl with her back covered in scars would be scorned. Let me take the heavier burden.
She shook her head slightly, then bowed deeply. "Please let me heal his wounds instead. I beg you."
Always before in her life, her "curse" had been absolute. People had been killed for the crime of sharing an umbrella with her, and she'd never been able to stop it before. There had been no redemption nor atonement. Often her victims were left unable to offer mere forgiveness. Even if it was just once, she wanted to change that.
Himawari would greet Watanuki once he woke up, say farewell, and then never see him again. She needed those scars as much as he needed to lose them. She needed a constant reminder of what she stood to lose if she forgot herself again.
Doumeki nodded.