Red had, unfortunately, been inside the Maze of Mirrors when the earthquake hit. It was an explosion of glass and by the time he’d made it outside, he was covered from head to toe with bleeding cuts. His suit was ripped to tatters, and his mask had cracked. He took it off, glad his face had been spared at least.
Looking down, he noticed a rather large shard sticking out of his abdomen. There was another one in his thigh, and his shoulder. “Fuck,” he hissed, grimacing as he reached to pull them each out one by one. It hurt like hell, and he felt light-headed from the blood loss. He collapsed on the ground, closing his eyes as he focused on his breathing. He would heal, in time. He moved to lay down but pain flared. Shit. There was another shard in his back and he couldn’t reach it. Looking around, he spotted a familiar face.
“Kid! Hey, kid! Come over here and get this glass out of my back,” he called.
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