The young medic opened his mouth.
But he didn't say anything. He looked at the four carriers, at Raizen and at the soda bottle wedged under his arm.
He sighed like a man who had seen worse days. "Technically... He is not walking"
Nobody moved.
The medic flicked his eyes left, then right. He stepped past them, pulled a service door, and held it open with his foot.
"Shortcut" he said. "Three turns. Keep your voices down. If anyone asks, tell them that you were supposed to bring him from me"
Arashi bowed from the spine. "Bless you, sir"
"Don't bless me" the medic said. "Go"
They went.
Esen led them in like a careful truck. Ichiro handled corners with the precision of a cartographer.
Arashi broke the silence again. "Left turn. Spiritual danger"
"Bro, can you shut up!?" Ichiro snapped.
