"There's a hospital South East of here, but's just as run down as the rest of this place. It was restored for twenty-four hours back in August of last year, but all that was available for taking were first-aid supplies and beds." Better than nothing, but not terribly useful in the grand scheme of things.

He shook his head, dismissing that apology. "It's better that someone knows, but hopefully it won't have to come to that." Yukio's already had to make this agreement more than once (most residents know those guns he carries aren't just for show, after all), but thankfully he's never had to follow through. "In the worst case scenario, well... we've become very good at taking care of ourselves."