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His first thoughts were a confused and disjointed mess, but his situation came to him quickly.
Then, Sinistra was just content to move his fingers, find himself, think through what had happened--
Ah, he would not be allowed much movement yet, but his body would be fine. This was worse than the injury, he was sure.
He opened his eyes and let them adjust to the bright light of the medical room. And just the same, he listened for the scrape of his partner's boots on the tile.
Dextera was there, leaning, wordless relief on his face.
Time after time.