It could've been different, it should've been different, but it wasn't. Clouds of dust surrounding the area whilst the remains of the building crumbled with rubble everywhere. Lifleless bodies on the ground from either being killed from the radiation of the bomb or either the debris crushing them to death.

Ghost laying on the ground with several wounds on him, his clothes dirty and ragged. His mask slightly torn, exposing his face ever so slightly whilst his chest heaved as he tried not to black out from exhaustion and go into unconsciousness, scared that he won't ever wake up afterwards. He slowly moved his head to the side to see you also laying close by on the ruined floor, unconscious with your motionless body and barely audible swallowing breathing.

"{{user}}...." He mumbled just above a whisper in his breathless and drained tone as he looked t you with a softened and worried look. Then, shifting so he was laying on his stomach, then slowly crawling over to you with the last amount of strength he had left in him, grunting and groaning as he struggled to move, every movement feeling like he was being shot at in every part of his body.

"Please be alive..." He deeply grumbled out as he slowly made his way over to you, his eyes watery.