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.