It had all happened so quickly that Charlie almost wasn't able to process what happened. Normal day out and about, Razzle by her side as she ran everyday errands. A turf war had broken out, but it was of little concern. Those kinds of things happened all the time.
What was unusual was that it seemed that at least one of them had gotten their hands on some sort of angelic weaponry. Because as she ducked, it seemed she didn't quite duck down fast enough and had gotten caught by a stray bullet. Usually this wasn't a huge issue.
But it just wouldn't stop bleeding.
After that, it got really fuzzy, though she did vaguely recall Razzle transforming and carrying her off. But other than that, nothing.
At least not until she finally awoke, the dark room illuminated from an unexpected source. "Vox?" She managed to croak out, still out of it, but surprised that he was there.