Brian walked from the side, with a hint of concern.
"You okay, Yohan?" he asked, his eyes scanning Yohan from head to toe.
Yohan nodded, still processing everything that had happened. The adrenaline was wearing off, and he felt the weight of the day's events pressing on him.
His ribs still ached from earlier, though they had been healed by the medics. His right arm, previously dislocated, had been set back into place, but the lingering pain reminded him of the brutality of the fight.
Brian's tone shifted slightly as he continued,
"Captain Cruz wants to see you. Now that things have calmed down, he wants to talk."
Yohan blinked.
Of course, Cruz would want to meet him after all this.
"Alright," Yohan said quietly, getting up from the makeshift medic station.
