"Nnh…."
Vanitas groggily opened his eyes. He had blacked out for only a few seconds.
——I'll take him.
——Ah? Do you know this person?
——Yes, he's a colleague.
His vision was blurry, but he could feel arms supporting him. Turning his head, he blinked, catching a hazy glimpse of snow-white hair.
"...."
When his vision cleared, he realized who it was.
"..\.Margaret?"
"You're awake," Margaret said, steadying him with his arm around her shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll take you to a hospital."
Vanitas's mind was swirling with questions. Where did Margaret come from? How did she find him?
But there was no time to dwell on it.
"....No," he muttered. "Just take me to a taxi."
"No?" Margaret raised an eyebrow, surprised. "You're not in good shape."
"Just…. a taxi. I'll handle it."