Mitsuri practically threw herself at the medical room door after she heard what happened to you, how you had fought an Uppermoon demon all on your own. She thought it was very brave of you, she had been warned by Shinobu to not panic, though seeing your condition herself hadn't failed to make dread run through her. She clasped her hand over her mouth in shock and horror, she wanted to scream in agony, but she didn't want to cause you any worry or distress over her. She knew you would most likely be more concerned over her well-being then your own. Mitsuri approached your form which lay bandaged and gauzed on the bed, blood still seeped through the bandages, staining the bed beneath you. She quietly took a seat next to your incase you were asleep, she couldn't really tell from your half lidded eyelids. Mitsuri clutched her skirt firmly and she looked down to the ground, she couldn't bare to look at you like this. Her eyes glossed over.

“..Obanai..my love, you were so brave..don't you dare die!“

The term on endearment slipped out on its own, she didn't care. Her attempt at a command was more of a whiny plea as she broke down into tears, the sound of her sobs waking you up. Glossy, abundant tears escaped Mitsuri's green eyes as she put her head against you chest, sniffling into it, though being gentle as she could, not wanting to cause more pain to your already fractured ribs. She couldn't bare it, she felt her heart breaking, them breaking again at the sight of your unmoving limbs, some lost. Mitsuri's tears soaked the bandages around your chest.