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Firian
Bard’s eyes were still closed as he lay back on a sweat-soaked pillow. The skin had a grayish pallor under his black hair. Firian frowned. What if Bard couldn’t walk?
Well, they didn’t have a choice. Tanyu were coming for them. He couldn’t tell how many, and he didn’t want to fight all of them by himself. Bard could too easily get caught in the crossfire, killed during a negligent breath. They had seconds to escape from the medical building, if they managed to escape at all.
He shook Bard’s arm. There was something unnatural about the stiffness of the limb. Firian forced himself to keep his grip, bending down close. “Bard!” he hissed, pushing him. “Get up!”
“Aahgnn!” Bard exclaimed so loudly that Firian flinched.
At least that was a good sign.
His eyes darting to the door
