Eventually, after some stopping and staring, Ishida cringing at his eye, Kirigiri being repulsed, and various other occurances, they reached the hallway outside the school's science lab.
Ishida paused. "Alrighty..." he mumbled, before leading the now fairly tired Kirigiri into the room. "'ere we are, Kirigiri-kun!" he smiled awkwardly, putting his fists in the air in triumph, before hearing a groan from Kirigiri and remembering his eye, clamping a bloody hand back over it. "Uh... victory?" he growl-laughed, seeming genuinely happy he was even at the location that would supposedly be of help to his new ally.

Kirigiri looked around. "So what is it?" she said, her eyes drooping as she spoke.
Ishida let go of her hand and Kirigiri gestured to the machinery in front of her in vague confusion, as if to ask why they were even there in the first place.
Ishida looked at Kirigiri and rolled his eyes, sighing. She was obviously exhausted... but it couldn't be helped. After all, this was more important at the current time.

Ishida looked around, seeming as confused as Kirigiri was.

The purple haired detective followed him around, sighing. "I said 'what is it?'"
Ishida proceeded to look around more. "Uhh, well thing is... I can't really remember what it is...!" he seemed slightly annoyed " But I just know somethin' important is 'ere though!"

Kirigiri stared at Ishida.
So all of this was based off a feeling?!
In that case there was no guarantee of information... there was no guarantee that the death of her friend had been... at all meaningful.
She felt a lump in her throat, but ignored it, making herself feel sick to her stomach once more. If she puked again she would appear weak... and this guy that called himself "Ishida" certainly wasn't someone she was happy about showing weakness to.

Ishida took no notice of how upset Kirigiri seemed, continuing to search. He snickered slightly. "Y'know, when I said I kinda remembered somethin', I was sorta hopin' I'd remember a little more by the time we got here... but ah hell..." he leaned against a control board casually, as if he didn't care about the consequences of these actions one bit.

Kirigiri looked at Ishida for a second, before gagging again, realising Ishida had once again forgotten to cover his now extremely red and twitching eye.
Ishida clamped his hand back over, this time it making a small splashing noise as he slapped his hand down.
This only made Kirigiri gag again, and Ishida sighed, feeling blood dribble down his sweating hand. He felt as though the blood swirling around his eye was boiling, bubbling, trying to ooze its way out through the gaps between his fingers. It was succeeding in this now and again, only making Ishida have to fight back tears more.
He looked as if he could either burst into tears or stab someone any second...either one was about as likely at this point.

Kirigiri cleared her throat, to act as if her gagging was only a cough, and turned to the machinery next to the control panel Ishida was leaning on. She walked closer, running her hand over the cold metal surface of the control panel, yet trying her best to keep her distance from the murderer next to her. Kirigiri felt her eyes droop again, and almost allowed her hand to go limp and press one of the buttons...

Ishida noticed this and almost jumped up to stop her from doing anything, instead sort of losing his footing, tripping and falling forwards, his arm leaning further on the panel.

Both students heard a few strange beeping noise. "WHAT THE HELL?!" Ishida yelled, and heard the machine in front of them making whirring and sparking noises, rattling as it shook, or rather vibrated.
The white haired boy grabbed hold of Kirigiri's shoulders and ran behind her, as if attempting to hide from what had just happened. "W-WAIT I-" He picked up Kirigiri, who was too tired to protest at this point, and jumped towards the machine, putting one hand on it, ignoring his eye.

Kirigiri's eyes opened wide "HUH?!" she looked at Ishida in horror, before everything went black.