[h3][color=aquamarine]Aya/Cosmos[/color][/h3]
Aya grit her teeth against the pain as she ran down a street and ducked into an alley. Her ears rang, her heart thumped in her throat, her pain sped through her body like blood through her veins. She almost tripped when she turned, still clumsy and disoriented from the blast. She could feel blood, sticky and hot, dripping from her temple. Aya slammed her back into the crumbling brick wall of a building. Leaning her head back, she jammed her eyes shut and tried to keep time with the pounding of her heart.

Aya sank down onto the asphalt, curling in on herself. Her dirty, bloodied palms rose to press into her eyes.

[color=DodgerBlue]"Hello, Aya,"[/color] a voice chilled her to the marrow. Her head snapped up. [color=DodgerBlue]"Out for an evening stroll?"[/color]

Aya looked up to see the Healer towering before her.

[h3][color=palegoldenrod]Wes/Likho[/color][/h3]
Wes groaned as he pushed himself up through his pain. The world vibrated in his ears, through his bones, and he grit his teeth as he discovered new injuries. His right shoulder was a mess of torn flesh and blood. His ankle hurt a little too much when he tried to support his weight on it. 

Sound began to trickle back to him. The blast had thrown the city into chaos, and it wouldn't be long before people started emerging from the woodwork.

He heard one of the others calling for help. Biting down hard, Wes forced himself to his feet, fists clenched in pain as he did so. He gave a small shake of his head, as though that would be enough to wipe his injuries away. He did his best not to limp over to the blond boy, grabbing one edge of the wall.

A growl forced its way out of him as he struggled with the boy and the wall, but eventually it was raised just enough for the trapped girl to slide out, if she was conscious or if someone would grab her.

Wes looked around at the others, taking stock. All the bodies were moving at least. All… four.

[i][color=palegoldenrod]Shit.[/color][/i]

[color=palegoldenrod]"Aya's gone,"[/color] he all but cursed. Had it been the Healer? Was she somewhere in the rubble? Had this all been staged? Worry stained his frustration as he thought of the scared girl just moments before. [color=palegoldenrod]"The hell was that,"[/color] he said more to himself than the others.