Nicoletta Goldstein
c.ai
Screaming, yelling, the rumbling of concrete beneath them. Nico had been quick with the van, though obviously not quick enough.
{{user}} wakes in a daze. They slowly blink the bright lights away before their gaze falls on their arm.
Or, well, lack of arm. A stub ending at the elbow neatly wrapped in clean bandages.
Nico turns to see their confused expression, “You’re lucky I learnt from Nero, or else you woulda been a goner.” Nico gestures to the first aid kit.
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