[radio]

[windbreak]

[Even if you don't recognise the voice that buzzes into life over the Welcome Centre issued radios late in the morning, at least three things are pretty obvious. One, it belongs to a teenage boy - it might be cracking a little around the edges, or that might just be some ragged-sounding breathing, someone's ragged breathing. Two, while the young man's panic is clear from the moment he opens his mouth, not all of his words are. And three, who the hell has time to sit around and count all these stupid minor details? Yosuke doesn't.]

... Hello? Hey! Can anyone hear me? Dammit, I need - we need help! There's a girl, she says her name's Xion... And one of them, you know, the ones who've been going after all of us - that son of a bitch, he had a gun, I couldn't...

[He trails off into a frustrated groan. No, he didn't exactly have time to straighten out the entire speech before broadcasting, either. Urgh, of all the times for his head to start feeling slurred too!]

Look, just - forget that, just tell me where to take her! [See, this here is what it sounds like when his voice does crack.] Please... Before something worse happens.

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[windbreak]

Yeah, I - hold on. [His voice turns a little muffled for a second.] Easy there. I'll apologise as much as you want after you pull through...

[It's accompanied by a sticky noise, and then more rustling than is strictly necessary. The dude could've had the decency to shoot her in front of someone who'd ever hung around with the health committee back at school. Or, you know, not shoot her.

Still, even knowing that he needs to look past the blood on the coat and just focus for once, it's hard for him to stop his concentration from drifting. Harder than normal, maybe. He ends up starting to mumble again.] But if there's nothing besides just sitting and hoping someone's gonna trip over us in time... I don't know...

[unetrustworthy]

[Midii waited, listening to the muffled voice offering to apologize, and--]

[Now, she had seen her fair share of injuries over the years. Some probably even more gruesome than whatever poor Xion was enduring. But there was something about that noise--the lack of visual confirmation as to what was causing it--that caused her to shudder.]

Has anyone else contacted you yet?

[windbreak]

Huh? Yeah, to remind me it's no use just waiting with her... [He makes a frustrated noise, no longer fully listening.] Alright, alright, I get it. Um... thanks for the help and all, but I better run.

[Nothing could go wrong with that plan.]

[unetrustworthy]

[Nothing at all. But since she was in no position to stop him...]

Good luck. And be careful; remember to keep pressure on the wound until you can get her to the clinic.