Sakuramoria

Futaba shook her head in confusion, unable to understand what her classmate wanted from her.
- Are we going somewhere, or what?

"She's really bad; she doesn't even recognize me. I don't want her death to be on my conscience."
-- Futaba, listen to me, -- Varya gently takes her classmate by the shoulders, speaking as clearly as possible. -- I'm going to go now. And I'll get a doctor. A doc-tor. And you go lie down. But don't close the door to the room, okay? Don't close it. I'll be back soon.