Tile bit into Kikaru's knees.
The shift from the arena to the Cube X medical ward threw her forward onto polished white linoleum. Bleach and sterilized cotton replaced ash and hot pitch so fast her stomach turned.
She kept both hands locked against her chest.
The jagged shard pieces cut into her palms. Blood ran around the edges and dripped onto the floor. Nanocleaners slid out from the baseboards and rushed to scrub the stains away before they could set.
"Get a trauma team to bay four," someone shouted as Kikaru stayed on her knees and forced herself to look around.
A Block had been pulled out with her.
