When Dash turned around from the dresser, when he saw the bodies, he almost vomited. He had been so in his own head that he had walked between them, completely oblivious not just to death but to mutilation like nothing he had ever seen. Both staff member and Vari had been pulled to pieces, unmade and hollowed out in a way that left little hope for the soul. The gruesome sight struck Dash to his core.
He struggled to look away, blue eyes transfixed by the horrors in front of him. But he heard Ezra's voice over the fear, the strength and the inner steel he had come to trust when it counted. He managed to turn and look at the other teen properly now, realising he wanted nothing more than for both of them, all of them, to get out of here safe. He had been so stupid.
Dash stepped across the room after Ez, knowing he was right. The mental knot he had tied himself in began to loosen and he felt a relief despite it all.
He had nearly made the door when the world exploded and fire tore through the room behind him. If not for his charged emotions, he would have gone down, but his pent up energy and desperation to get to Ezra made him leap on instinct.
He did not get clear - not by half - and the trailing hem of his jacket was burned to ribbons. But he avoided the worst of it, rolling into a uncomfortable heap beyond the heart of the inferno. He coughed and spluttered, more winded than wounded as he staggered to his feet. The blaster wound on his side was hurting again, but it told him he was alive.
Peering through the dust, Dash saw Ferrin slumped against a wall a little way off. He hurried to him, throwing trivial shit to one side as he tried to lay the Pantoran back and check for wounds, wishing for once he had not given up medicine.
"Afraid you've got me buddy" he shouted over the chaos, willing those golden eyes to flutter. "So just lie still and no quips".
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