Viktor's P.O.V.

My vision blurs once again, but only for a few seconds before focusing once again. Jayce pushes away all the rubble keeping me down and reaches my cane which breaks. One touch and that's all it had left in it? I make an effort to at least sit up, but my arms can barely hold me up. These arms shake with no rest before giving up. Right before I decide to lay back down, Jayce has no choice but to scoop me up.

Mel doesn't seem to realize I'm here. As usual. Even with that discussion of weapons she didn't seem to see me. She's probably thinking 'At least nobody important got hurt'. But how are they fine? Not even a scratch. Jayce looks around, as if looking for somewhere to let rest, but not much to see among the debris. And in the distance are many footsteps present. As the moments pass, a few officers at a time walk throughout the rubble.

Not a shock they'd be called here. A few medics here and there and with stretchers, to which Jayce walks over to. "He needs med-" The medic takes a step back in surprise as the guy didn't see us at first since he was looking to another direction. "Just put him down." The now calm medic kneels down, patting the stretcher. Jayce does as advised. I look to both sides, but focus back to Jayce, looking up at him as I try to process what has just happened. The explosion, how many may have died. Yet, Jayce and Mel unscathed? That makes no sense.