"Ow," I groan, shifting to try and peel myself up off the floor, tonguing at my split lip and cutting my palm on a shard of glass.

Wheezing out a weak cough, I sit up, a little wobbly and a whole lot confused, and then turn to face him.

"Cas... what... the fuck," I say for like the hundredth time, sitting back on my heels as I try and catch my breath. There's blood running down my cheek, and I can feel the stinging ache in my cheekbone, and I just...

This all went south really quick.