Miho: New StormThat first hour or so after Taka was stabbed is a blur. I vaguely remember Shinji and me riding with him to the hospital, clinging to each other in the corner of the ambulance to stay out of the emergency personnel’s way. Though they were speaking Japanese, the words they barked back and forth sounded more like a foreign language as the two working in the ambulance communicated with an unidentified voice on the radio. The beeping of their instruments reverberated around the metal box. Some sort of bag was on his face to help him breathe. Every now and then, they asked us questions, ones only Shinji was able to answer. Blood type (AB, not a total surprise I guess), insurance (Shinji was sure he had some, just not the details)—stuff like that.
At the hospital, we jogged besid
