"Is he still bleeding?"
"Oh, fuck. This is my fault."
"Oh, calm down. He's an Ascendant. He's not going to die from an accidental shot to the shoulder. And he's some weird magic user mutant anyway. It's not your fault you thought he was a Night Stalker."
"Those shadows are fading. Do you think he's waking up?"
"You go check."
"Oh, hell no."
Navian drifted awake to the sound of three voices, two male, one female, echoing around him. His vision swam, his head pounding as the events of last night slammed into him all at once.
He remembered Willow.... going into the forest... He remembered the Night Stalker tearing through two third-year Regulars. He remembered ripping the creature apart.
And then, the sharp burn of a gunshot. White-hot pain exploding through his shoulder. And a brutal hit to the back of his skull that dropped him instantly.
