Twitching and otherwise motionless on the floor in a pool of her own drying, congealing blood, Minatsuki was not unconscious. No, that wasn't quite the right word for how out of it she was at that moment; she was in shock, brought about by blood loss and the rocking pain in her head.

She'd missed the part where her darling big brother had come in to play hero, and thus when arms wrapped around her frame and lifted her, jostling her person a little, the brunette - for some unholy reason - thought that the greasy haired boy was touching her, moving her to some other location to continue what they'd started here.

It felt as if lead had replaced all her bones, but the Deadman still managed to struggle - a little through her anemia, and her blood smeared face turned, lips parting to emit the croak of a voice she'd been left to.

"No. No, don't - fucking touch me."