A cold spike of anger drove through Leon's gut. He tried to turn his head, just an inch to get a look at the boy's face, but he couldn't.
His neck muscles were locked tight, an animal instinct screaming at him not show vulnerability.
A tickle born of inhaled ash and tension built in his throat. He raised a hand, covering his mouth as two harsh, wet coughs racked him.
Dust particles clouded the air in front of his face.
A sudden, brutal shove between his shoulder blades. The force was explosive; not a clumsy push, but one meant to maim.
Leon's breath exploded from his lungs as he was propelled forward.
His shoulder and temple slammed into the closed elevator door with a sickening crunch. Stars burst in his vision.
Chimed.
The doors opened on the second floor, causing Leon to stagger. The world tilted as he tried catching himself on the door frame.
