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The longer Reek went without a response, the more he began to worry. Time slowed nearly to a hault. The nagging thought that he had come close to involuntarily killing one of his own subordinates rattled in his head like a rock in a shaking shoe box. Head injuries were nothing to be trifled with— and a lack of consciousness typically suggested a traumatic brain injury. They were serious buisness; irreversible, and nearly impossible to treat.

After regaining conciousness, Esaro shot back to his feet in an instant. This worried Reek even more, as even the slightest movement to the spine could cause irreversible damage. "Get back down," said Reek sternly, but there was a softer quailty to his voice than ususal. "Be still."

"You ran into a tree— conked your noggin real good. I'm gonna need to check you for a TBI." Esaro's attention seemed to still be stuck on his percieved attacker, and since Reek knew Esaro hadn't put two and two together on the matter, he decided to lie. "Whoever did this left," he said. "So sit."