Kyoka sighed in relief as she closed the bathroom door behind her. She allowed the smirk to slip off her face, grimacing as another wave of pain seized her ribs.
She limped over to the large mirror that sat above the bathroom sink, taking in her appearance. Thick layers of bandage were wrapped around her head, dark with blood. Her hair stuck up in odd angles around it, violet strands clumped together by dried blood and dirt.
The left side of her face was smeared with dirt, most likely from her battle with Momo and a dark bruise was forming around her left eye. She sighed, running her fingers through her hair, nose wrinkling in disgust as flakes of blood and dirt fell into the spotless, white sink.
The ringing in her ear was ever present, drowning out the sound of running water when she turned on the tap. She attempted to scrub the dust and dirt from her face, groaning in exasperation when she saw how little came off. Nevertheless she continued to remove the grime that clung to her, trying to make herself look at least partially presentable and to clear her head.
She wasn't sure what she was supposed to tell Momo, since the dark haired girl didn't seem to believe a word she said. It wasn't her fault that they had the shittiest 'guards' on the planet.
Giving up on her futile attempt, she turned off the tap and dried off her face with one of the fluffy, white towels that hung by the sink. A murky brown stained the white fabric once she had finished.
She unlocked the door, stepping out to see Momo slouching against the wall of the corridor. Instantly she straightened her posture, rolling her shoulders back and pointing her chin slightly upwards as people of her stature tended to do.
Kyoka quickly put on her usual, cocky smirk, successfully making her pain from the other girl. Momo swiftly grabbed her wrist. "I will bring you back to your room now" she said matter-of-factly, turning her head and trying to ignore the blush that coloured her cheeks at the contact. Kyoka looked down at her feet, a light blush also dusting her face.
Momo marched towards the room they had come from, taking long strides and dragging Kyoka along behind her. The latter stumbled as she struggled to keep up, inhaling sharply at the spike of pain that shot through her. Instantly she was hunched over, hugging her torso as rough coughs racked her scrawny form.
Momo had stopped, worry and confusion dancing in her onyx eyes. Kyoka forced her back to straighten, refusing to show weakness as she had taught herself to. She instantly regretted that decision as nausea hit her, making her surroundings spin.
Before she could process what was happening she was falling, legs giving out beneath her as she tried unsuccessfully to catch her breath. Strong arms wrapped around her body as her world faded to black.
Momo bit her lip as she looked at the short girl in her arms. Her face had paled rapidly and blood spotted the corner of her lip. Quickly scooping up her limp form, Momo carried the unconscious girl back to her room, dropping her onto the bed and locking the door behind her as she raced off to find help.
When Kyoka next awoke she was met by the blinding white, artificial light of a hospital room. She made to sit up but a soft hand on her shoulder stopped her from moving. Kyoka grunted as she dropped the attempt, her eyes widened when she saw Momo hovering over her, eyebrows furrowed in concern.
"What the hell happened?" she questioned. Momo sat down in the chair beside her hospital bed. "You collapsed so we took you to a hospital" she informed her, her tone ever formal. "The doctors cleaned the dust from your lungs". Kyoka opened her mouth to ask more but at that moment the doctor strode into the room, clipboard in hand. "Ms. Kyoka, you are free to go" he informed her in a monotone voice.
Kyoka sat up. "How do you know my name?" she asked glaring suspiciously. "Your girlfriend gave us the information we needed on you" he told her absentmindedly, already walking out of the room.
Blood rushed to Kyokas face and she quickly covered her face with an arm to cover the offending colour. Momo cleared her throat uncomfortably "well. I suppose we better go then..." she muttered, standing up and holding out a hand to help Kyoka up. She took it, blush growing darker at the contact. She inhaled slowly as she stood up, bracing herself for the familiar stab of pain but she relaxed when it didn't come.