[Christ, something was really wrong, and Erik grabbed for Charles arm as he dropped, crouching in front of him and looking around, bewildered, for signs of danger or help. He stayed alert while Charles struggled, half expecting to be attacked, and he felt down the line of doors, ready to rip them off by their hinges and use them for protection.
But he saw nothing, felt nothing, and eventually dropped his attention back to Charles with a very deep frown.] Your nose is bleeding.
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But he saw nothing, felt nothing, and eventually dropped his attention back to Charles with a very deep frown.] Your nose is bleeding.
[A beat, then:] And what the hell was that?