In this situation where she was left all alone, she couldn't even run to get help.
With Toshisuke in the current state, there's no way this could be dragged on any longer.
If it drags on, small symptoms could turn into big ones.
Thus—feeling that every minute and second was unbearably long, Aoto made a decision at this moment.
"...Miss Chokata, come on, can you stand up?"
Aoto tightened every muscle in his face, suppressing the look of embarrassment, turned quickly, facing the back of Toshisuke, stretched out his hands to gently hold Toshisuke's shoulders, and stabilized his body.
"Mm... uh... ugh..."
Like a cat that just woke up, Toshisuke let out a faint moan.
Toshisuke, who was previously able to converse normally with Aoto, could now only respond with weak, low murmurs.
Lips pale, eyes tightly shut.
——Is his consciousness already this blurred...
