Redhawk Caldera not used to seeing this much of my own blood anymore

@Elwood @Eljay feel free to PP Airi.

There were two blurs above her, moving about. Sometimes, their voices were clear, ringing like a lark's on a cool summer's day. In a blink of an eye, it would return to her being underwater, drowning in her own blood. Again and again she called out to the strangers, her brain fuzzy. What? Nani? Who are you? Okotte imasu? She gasped, floundering, though she was on dry land. She had resurfaced from her brain fog, her words and senses momentarily clear. There was a question, one she felt the answer was pretty clear: I'm bleeding.