[The high arched morgue windows are already broken, a bright green painted dragon beating its wings back into the sky. Chase looks like he's been picked up and dropped onto one of the metal gurneys, blood seeping out through three long rips through his shirt. Other than the wrecked cotton, the wounds are shallow.
He doesn't see the air distort, attention still on the shattered glass on the other side of the room.]
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He doesn't see the air distort, attention still on the shattered glass on the other side of the room.]