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When I got up from having my face land squarely on the floor of the gym, I expected to see at least one of the people I loved mortally wounded, but instead, there, on the ground writhing, was Damien. His shin was bleeding, and he looked as confused as I was.
I quickly glanced around and saw Bear lay Tuck’s pistol on the podium before he reached down and gave John Green his hand. Green, for his part, looked appropriately frazzled but also grateful. Henri led him out of the gym as Tuck picked up first Damien’s rifle and then the syringe from where it had fallen by the wheel of my scooter. Then, Bear moved in, tore the sleeve off his dress shirt, and bandaged Damien’s wound. Once that was done, Tuck cuffed him and then looked at me and said, “May we?”
I gave him a puzzled look, but when
