Mako never knew how she made it.
She'd never been hurt this bad and been breathing afterward. Somehow, she found the right building. Somehow, she found the right door. Somehow, she rang the bell, and somehow she said "Sorry" before collapsing.
Hours must have passed before she swam back to consciousness, patched up and in bed. Ami clutched her hand, tears streaming down her cheeks. When Mako's eyes opened, she dissolved into grateful sobs.
Mako said nothing, only gathered Ami in her arms. She felt bad for getting blood on Ami's shirt. It had always been one of her favourites.