This was almost too much, even for the HIMURA to process. The drug was still going but his body was not. He could feel himself wearing down, muscle by muscle, it ached, he gasped for breath. He hadn't eaten enough. He hadn't slept enough. But as soon as they got there they would be safe. He grunted, as he jumped, down, thankfully, rather than across or-- god, up. He landed, trying not to crouch, wincing at the pain in his knees and kept on running.

He could feel Megumi beginning to stir. He hadn't been attentive enough to her. They were ten, fifteen minutes away at this speed. If he could just get there. He sucked in a sharp breath and picked up his pace. Close to the roof. It would be up, a short distance, and over and if he could just--

And then Megumi said something, and began to twitch and writhe, blood burbling in her mouth that he could hear-- smell. He stopped as fast as he could, skidding to the near edge of the roof. There was a fire escape just below, metal black and stark against the pale red of the building. He jumped down lightly, gently setting Megumi against the steps and ready to cushion the back of her head should she bang it into the metal.

"It will be all right, it will," he said through short panting breaths. "Do...do you need anything?" Could she even answer?