"I don't know everything, but... after you transformed," Miku licked her suddenly dry lips and sat down beside his bed. She needed to sit, she realized. Her legs were way too rubbery at this junction. "They made a gun. It had whatever it was that was supposed to cure you for ammunition, the... suppressant, thing?"

Miku tucked her handkerchief from her pocket and wiped at the damp spots on her cheeks until they were dry. "So, Dr. Sera sent out a message for someone to deliver the gun to Claire and Leon, and I volunteered." She elected to leave out the part about denying the offer of a more regular weapon and the plant. "Luke helped me get there. I was able to give the gun to Claire, and while she and Luke distracted you, did my best to help the Captain."


She paused for a moment, her hand resting on the bed and fidgeting with part of the covers. "I... don't know what happened then, exactly. You... stopped. Like you recognized us, maybe? I'm not sure. But then the Captain tried to shoot you. And you made this... horrible noise." She was never going to unhear it in her lifetime, certainly. "Claire was able to shoot you with the suppressant... you knoc.... you got us out of your way and ran. And then you were you again."