CIAN
The handler moved before anyone else did.
He dropped to his knees beside her so fast his kneecaps cracked against the concrete. His hands hovered over her face, shaking, not daring to touch.
He leaned in close, squinting through the last wisps of smoke that still curled from her ruined face.
"Hey. Hey, hey, hey." He snapped his fingers in front of her eyes. Nothing. He grabbed her shoulder and shook her. "Wake up. Come on. Wake up, damn it."
He leaned in closer, really close, close enough that his nose was inches from hers. He looked into her eye sockets and his whole body recoiled. He jerked back so hard he almost fell over himself, one hand flying to his mouth, the other slapping the concrete for balance. A gag ripped out of him, wet and ugly, and he turned his head to the side and heaved.
"What the fuck," he choked out between gasps.
I was already moving. "Ronan. The healers. Now. Get them here."
