There were multiple different developments for Jay to process all at once, yet one thought screamed above the rest: Sebastian was bleeding.
“Fucking stupid,” Sebastian muttered to himself, leaning heavily against the wall as he slid down to sit on the floor. “Should’ve cleared the room properly …” He struggled out of his jacket as best he could with one arm not cooperating. Vivid red bloomed across the shirtsleeve beneath, rapidly spreading across white cloth.
“Sebastian.” The name was barely a whisper from Jay’s mouth. He couldn’t take his eyes off the growing stain.
There was a wobbly edge to the reassuring smile Sebastian gave him. “I don’t think he hit anything that’ll kill me right away. Hasn’t even started hurting yet.” His face twisted abruptly into a wince. “Ah. No, there it is.”
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