“My leg!” cried Sailor Moon, holding her ankle, while the tears were running down her cheeks. Makoto approached her and checked it carefully. Ankle was sprained, without doubts.
„We have to take you home” said Jupiter “Gonna get a taxi. Have any money?”
„No” answered Sailor Moon.”
„Damn, I don’t have any either”
Makoto didn’t liked the idea of carrying Sailor Moon to her house. It was far away and Usagi had her weight. Taxi was their only option. But none of them had a single yen. Then Makoto get an idea. Not a perfect, but probably best in their current situation.