Jose, who had gone from 'sleepy' to 'half-asleep', started awake when he heard [i][b]Anselma's[/b][/i] voice. She was talking to him, but her words were difficult to make out, groggy as he was. He had been awake for a day-and-a-half straight, and had not slept through all that time, not even when he was fatigued and physically hurting. But he had promised them that he would help [i][b]Anselma[/b][/i] - and by extension, her group - even if none of them had heard that promised, it still counted. At least to him, it did.

The large young man slapped himself awake and rubbed the sleepiness out of his eyes. It did little, but it was nice to pretend that he wasn't about to collapse at any moment. His legs and hands shook and he frowned. He had lost a bit of feeling on his hands. That probably wasn't good.

He was just about to resume guard duty when he heard [b][i]Miki's[/i][/b] shouts. Jumping straight to his feet, Jose rushed to where she was. He stopped in front of the bathroom, his brain freezing to a halt as years of manners that were hammered into his head forced him to remember that girls restroom was a no-go for boys no matter the time or place. 

With a tentative knock, Jose asked: [color=a0410d][b]"Miss Miki, are you okay?"[/b][/color]

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