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Sakura's POV
The room smelled like antiseptic and iron.
I tried not to breathe too deeply while I was sat by Makoto's bed. Monokuma woke us all up demanding we enter the nurse's office immediately, and... well, it was better than I expected... but Makoto's dangerously ill, and it worries me. He's usually so cheerful and friendly most of the time, seeing him in so much pain hurts me almost as much as he must be--...
"Makoto.. why is your arm bleeding..?!"
I tried to grab it to see, but I must've been too harsh, because he gave a funny sort of weak yelp and shifted his arm away.
I saw a puncture wound, too deep and too neat to have been done by a weak boy with shaking hands. Makoto trembled as I noticed other wounds, too -- cuts, sprains, shallow stabs, bruises...
"Who did this to you?" I asked him quietly, but he shook his head as tears welled in his eyes. "He.. he.. Said he... hurts me.. if I say..."
I sink into my chair and begin to think, almost laughing as I quickly reached the inevitable conclusion.
Makoto said he. Excluding him, there are only four boys, Taka, Byakuya, Hifumi and Hiro. Taka's in no state of mind to be harming anybody at the moment, Hifumi isn't the best but I highly doubt he'd do something like this for no reason, and Hiro.. to put it bluntly is, well... a blundering idiot.
It was Byakuya. Of course it was. I look to Makoto - he can tell I know, and he starts to panic, trying to cover himself with a blanket. I see the stained bedsheet.
Pink, pink, more pin--...
A small, white smear.
Oh, God.
Byakuya, what have you done?