Everything was happening so quickly. First we were heading to Osaka, and then we were falling.
Then we crashed.
The sound of metal bending and breaking grated my ear drums. Shouts from the guardians were heard, but it sounded like they were far away. But the pain wasn't. I could feel as my body slammed onto the floor and something pierced my side. Pain seared through me, but I was too dazed to even make a sound.
I looked around with distorted vision. I had no idea where I was or where anyone else was. I forced myself to move, my muscles screaming at me and my side burned, but I pushed myself; I had to find my friends. Who knows what could've happened to them? What if one of them was stuck under some rubble, or worse?
My muscles were stiff, only allowing me to rise onto my hands and knees at first. After a few tries, I was able to get to my feet with the help of the wall. Using that as a makeshift crutch, I began my search.
After a few moments of searching and not finding anything, I decided to try to call out for someone. The outcome of my first attempt was a painful-sounding croak. I cleared my throat and tried again.
"Tsuna! Gokudera! Anyone!" I called again and again until I heard something. I called out again, and again I heard the response. Someone was calling my name! I stumbled in the direction of the voice, my legs getting weaker with each step. My name was called again, closer than ever. Soon I could see them: Tsuna, Gokudera, and Yamamoto all together, using each other as support.
Tsuna's clothes were ripped up everywhere. Cuts and bruises could be seen on various parts of his body. Yamamoto was hurt, but not as bad—from the outside—he had a long but shallow cut under his eye, a split lip, and by the way he was limping, I could assume that he had a sprained ankle. Gokudera looked just like Tsuna, except that he didn't look as frightened as he did; he seemed miffed, but upon further inspection, I could see some relief—or maybe that was just my blurry vision.
We moved towards each other as fast as our injuries would allow. I was given a weak hug from the three, giving one in return. Breaking away, we shared a look; a serious we-have-to-find-everybody-else-before-it's-too-late kind of look.
Silently, with the rest of the guardians on our minds, we set off.