Adventure of Sazabi's Santana 2

Yuki Takamora is already seated at the synthesizer when her knees give way. The small, slim adult woman folds to the rehearsal-room floor, pale face framed by dissolved bubblegum-pink hair.

The unfinished chorus hums faintly through the equipment. Yuki breathes steadily, but her eyes remain closed and she does not respond as the room jolts into motion.

Keiji shifts cases and cables away from Yuki, his scarred face tight with concentration. Eric freezes beside the microphone, one hand hovering uselessly near his chest.

Brent pulls out his phone and unlocks it with shaking fingers. Behind the drums, Mu-shi watches silently beneath his worn trucker hat, sticks resting across his knees.

Santana gives Sazabi's Brent Mercer the address and remains beside Yuki, keeping clear of her body while watching her steady breathing. The details sound right, but the street number does not settle cleanly.

Sazabi's Brent Mercer turns the phone toward the room, frustrated. The address has led him to a neighboring building, leaving the emergency call without a reliable destination.

Eric Greyman moves toward the door to find a visible landmark. Santana stays with Yuki as her fingers twitch once against the floor, though her eyes remain closed.

Santana gives Sazabi's Brent Mercer the exact rehearsal-room address, including the correct street number and entrance, then remains beside Yuki Takamora without touching her. Her breathing stays steady.

Sazabi's Brent Mercer repeats the address into the phone and confirms the building name. His shaking eases as the dispatcher acknowledges the destination.

Eric returns and lowers himself near the doorway, keeping his voice quiet. Keiji Shinoda stays back among the cases, watching Yuki Takamora and the phone.

Yuki Takamora’s fingers twitch again, but her eyes remain closed. The rehearsal room settles into a tense, careful stillness while Sazabi's Brent Mercer keeps the line open.

Santana stays beside Yuki without touching her, watching the rise and fall of her chest and keeping cables, cases, and curious hands away from her.

He quietly tracks her breathing and the position of her head, signaling the others to preserve the clear space while Brent keeps the dispatcher informed.

Footsteps hurry along the hallway. Two adult paramedics enter, a woman with a compact medical bag and a broad-shouldered man in a navy uniform, both moving with practiced calm.

The paramedics kneel beside Yuki and begin their assessment. Santana’s careful watch has kept her breathing unobstructed until professional care takes over.