After everything had been said between Rachel, Lucy, and me, I left them to it and made my way to the hotel, to find Christopher.
Sixth floor. His room. The stairs felt longer than usual.
He was laid out on the bed when I came in, propped up just enough to not look completely horizontal, one arm resting across his stomach near where the bandaging sat underneath his shirt. He didn't look like a man who had just taken a hit from a Symbiotic, which was either a good sign or a proof to how well he hid things. When Rachel had told me he'd been hurt trying to intervene, my mind had immediately gone somewhere worse. A Symbiotic attack wasn't like getting clipped by a regular person. The damage those things could do, the way Penny had been moving when she was fully gone, I'd braced for something serious. A deep puncture, torn muscle, something that would take weeks and real medical attention to come back from.
