LOCKE
He makes it through the window but not without glass lodged into his hands. So much for the fabric helping. He presses his hands against his stomach, hoping to stop the bleeding as he tries to find the people in the other rooms. And then suddenly there's no fire, only smoke and a booming voice. Well, that seems fine. Right? He'll ask about it when he gets outside.
He gathers up the last person, tucking his arm around them and trying not to get blood on them. He feels a little silly for rushing in like that but it's not like he could've predicted a god showing up. He is going to have to tell Nate about it though.
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Locke tries to stop the bleeding on his hands before helping someone get out of the building.
He gathers up the last person, tucking his arm around them and trying not to get blood on them. He feels a little silly for rushing in like that but it's not like he could've predicted a god showing up. He is going to have to tell Nate about it though.
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Locke tries to stop the bleeding on his hands before helping someone get out of the building.
I wanna make up my mind
But I don't know myself
But I don't know myself
