Please don't ever let the world defeat you

[makes_asteroids]

Who: makes_asteroids and alwaysfindsyou, makes_asteroids and alwaysfindsyou, makes_asteroids and alwaysfindsyou.
When: About 30-40 minutes after the explosion
Where: Sector 4
Summary: Granddad noticed Grandson isn't answering a page.
Warnings: None yet

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[alwaysfindsyou]

[He'd been wandering around, flying because it was easier to see and get the lay of the city, exploring this still new place. Wrong time, wrong place. And flying when an explosion happened didn't mean good things.

He wakes up on the ground. He's pretty sure he was in the air before. Head hurts bad. Raising a hand, he presses it to his forehead, hissing as he feels a sharp pain. When he pulls it away, his palm is red.

That's really not good. Red is bad. He attempts to get to his feet but a wave of dizziness and a sharp pain in his arm when he tries to use it prevent that.

Really not good.

Then he gets the message. Fumbling, he picks up the comm, voice fuzzy and confused.]

Hey?

[makes_asteroids]

Where. Are. You. [His voice is sharp, worry spiking his voice to barely controlled panic. With Jubilee missing, he was in overdrive.]

[alwaysfindsyou]

... I think something exploded.

[makes_asteroids]

[He hopes his grandson doesn't know Hebrew because the phrase he utters isn't one he'd want him to repeat.]

I'll be right there. Are you injured?