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Sky sat up slowly, blinking like someone waking from a bizarre dream. His hair was a mess, his jumpsuit soaked, and his limbs were buzzing and tingling. Everything hurt, but he was alive, somehow. He glanced around at the others, relieved they were breathing, but annoyed he couldn’t even die dramatically.

He winced, brushing bits of ice out of his hair. [color=pink]“Of course this messed up my hair…”[/color] he muttered, voice scratchy.

Henry’s voice caught his attention. [color=#dbdd3c]“Hey, Sky. How are you feeling?”[/color]

Sky turned to look at him, the words forming before he could stop them. [color=pink]“I feel like I made out with a power outlet, and then it dumped me halfway through.”[/color] He meant it to be funny, but his voice cracked halfway through.

He pushed himself upright and forced a chuckle. [color=pink]“Seriously though, I think the universe is trying to kill me. And not even in a fun, cinematic way. Just…‘Oops, lightning. Sucks to be you.’”[/color] He waved a hand in the air with a dramatic flourish, then winced from the motion. He paused. Then softer: [color=pink]“I’m fine. Really. Just… a little crispy.”[/color]

He smiled thinly, hiding everything behind it. His fingers twitched. For a second, something Something warm and electric zipped through his arm, then vanished just as fast. He glanced down, half expecting something, anything, to have changed. But no. Just paint. Just Sky. Just background noise again, even when people asked if he was okay.

Sky cleared his throat, forcing the smirk back into place. [color=pink]“I guess this means we’re not getting hazard pay, huh?”[/color]