( She notices the crystals first. It's strange, in all this darkness following the extinguishing of up to a half million people, after accompanying her boyfriend to his room, saying goodnight, finding herself worried and unable to sleep, surrounded by new faces and new griefs, she doesn't know what it is that had her roll this way.
But the crystals. They catch the scant light from the area and reflect it, break it into a million tiny pieces and reconstruct it back into something alien and strange. It draws her forward, inside -- and then she sees Kevin.
Only she doesn't know it's him, not until she's at his side and flicking her brakes on, frustrated that she can't reach his throat with how he's fallen. She wants a pulse, and she's better at reading it from the neck.
Down by his side, calling out for help twice before she concentrates on the man on the floor, it still takes her a moment to recognize those features in the dark. )
Kevin, you jerk, come on! You better be breathing! I don't do heart attacks well!
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But the crystals. They catch the scant light from the area and reflect it, break it into a million tiny pieces and reconstruct it back into something alien and strange. It draws her forward, inside -- and then she sees Kevin.
Only she doesn't know it's him, not until she's at his side and flicking her brakes on, frustrated that she can't reach his throat with how he's fallen. She wants a pulse, and she's better at reading it from the neck.
Down by his side, calling out for help twice before she concentrates on the man on the floor, it still takes her a moment to recognize those features in the dark. )
Kevin, you jerk, come on! You better be breathing! I don't do heart attacks well!