Kazuha tried to say something but when she’d opened her mouth, no words came out. It was strange – she’d never had this happen to her before, she couldn’t speak!
Kazuha had began to get feeling back in her body as she’d felt Hakuba’s hand guiding hers towards the wound and just pressuring it there. Had he really called Heiji? It didn’t seem as if Heiji would ever be so frien’ly on de phone with him. He’d deffinaitely be yelling… That’s fer sure… Perhaps Hakuba-kun was jus’ trying to calm meh? Kazuha thought her eyes instantaneously softening as she looked to the detective.
“A’ight” Kazuha managed to squeak out as Hakuba let go of the handkerchief, her hand quickly dropped and Kazuha raised a brow. She’d felt it at least, she’d also felt his suit jacket wrap around her shoulders and at that a small smile tugged at her lips – she then took her hand back up to her face and kept applying pressure to her cheek.
“Hm” Kazuha mumbled lightly as her eyes had followed him over to the crossbow. Kazuha hated this feeling, she’d felt so… Wronged. She hadn’t even known who or why someone would target her – that’s when the curiosity had taken hold of her body and she turned slightly holding his jacket in place as she reached into her locker to grab the note.
Once she’d retrieved it she pivoted herself back around and read the front… TOYAMA, KAZUHA…. She’d stared at the handwriting closely as she bit her lip and decided it was time to read it. She gently pealed it open – while trying not to capture the detectives attention she hadn’t noticed a small picture fall from within the note.
Kazuha then held it in front of her and read…I’M COMING FOR YOU.
Kazuha tilted her head slightly and set her hand – along with the note and the handkerchief on the ground and sighed heavily.
Hakuba made the call, speaking in hushed tones to the dispatchers. Police officers and an ambulance. Call the security in charge of the building. Get in touch with the owner. He was certain that Kazuha would be all right; her wound wasn’t terrible and while it would need to be taken care of, as well as the shock, she seemed to be handling it relatively well…
He glanced over at her while waiting for confirmation on the other end of the phone and frowned. Great. She’d relapsed.
The detective made his way back to her, crouching down once more to take the handkerchief, seeing the note in the process. He nudged it with an unsoiled section of cloth, and took a calming breath. Turning back to the girl, he gently wiped at her face as proficiently as he could without the aid of water.
“Toyama-chan, you promised to stay calm…"