Matt wakes up and his eyes shoot open despite there being nothing to see--he opens his eyes and he gasps, very faintly, and even breathing too hard rattles his ribcage. He can feel every rattle, every shift, and it hurts.
He remembers nobu. He remembers fire, and throwing himself into the murky waters of new York. He remembers passing out, and he thinks he remembers Tim.
None of that matters. What matters is Nobu, and Matt senses enough to know that it's his house and someone--tim?-- is with him. He immediately tries to sit up, hand flying to his left shoulder. Pain.
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Matt wakes up and his eyes shoot open despite there being nothing to see--he opens his eyes and he gasps, very faintly, and even breathing too hard rattles his ribcage. He can feel every rattle, every shift, and it hurts.
He remembers nobu. He remembers fire, and throwing himself into the murky waters of new York. He remembers passing out, and he thinks he remembers Tim.
None of that matters. What matters is Nobu, and Matt senses enough to know that it's his house and someone--tim?-- is with him. He immediately tries to sit up, hand flying to his left shoulder. Pain.
White, hot, searing pain. Matt yells.