Chapter 8: Ep 8 - Infirmary Trap
The hallway outside the library was narrow, lit only by flickering emergency lights. Cracks ran along the tiled floors, dust rising with every hurried footstep. The group was tired—bloodied, bruised, and covered in sweat—but alive.
Barely.
"We need to stop," Godou-sensei said, her voice firm but gentle. "Kanami's hand is bleeding. You're limping. And you—" her gaze flicked to Kanata, "—you haven't said a word since the library."
"I'm fine," Kanata muttered, gripping his bandaged arm tightly beneath his jacket.
"Liar," Serizawa whispered, eyes narrowing.
"The nurse's office," Takiya said, leading the way. "It's two turns down, past the art room. We'll patch up, rest, and then head for the old gym stairwell."
The group moved fast, knowing time wasn't on their side.
They reached the infirmary without incident.
Inside, everything was untouched—eerily clean, with white curtains swaying gently in the still air. A few cabinets had been smashed open, but many supplies remained. Bandages. Antiseptics. Saline.
Even a few morphine vials.
Takiya stepped past a curtain and froze.