Brad kept a steady hand on his shoulder as he led him slowly further down the hallway.
The sounds behind them hadn't quieted. If anything they were louder now that the fighting was over. Voices overlapped from every direction, medics calling for gauze, officers clearing the corridor, someone shouting for a stretcher that hadn't arrived yet.
Eli's legs moved where Brad steered him but his head kept turning back toward the wreckage.
The hallway looked completely different now.
Lockers hung half torn from the wall where the metal frame had twisted loose. Several doors had been ripped clean off their hinges and lay scattered across the tile. Long scratches and dents ran along the walls where pieces of metal had struck and ricocheted. A classroom door near the middle of the hall had a narrow strip of steel buried straight through it like a thrown knife.
A few minutes ago the corridor had been full of students moving between classes.
Brad slowed when they reached the far end of the hallway where responders had begun directing students out through a side exit. He turned Eli gently so he was facing away from the worst of the damage.
"Stay here a second," Brad said.
Eli didn't answer.
Brad studied him for a moment. Eli's hoodie had a long cut across the side where one of the metal pieces had scored through the fabric. The skin beneath it was scraped and red but not deep. There were a few smaller marks on his hands and forearms where fragments had clipped past him.
Nothing that looked life-threatening.
Brad exhaled slowly.
"Did you get hit anywhere serious?"
Eli blinked once, like the question took a second to reach him.
"I… don't think so."
Brad nodded once. "Good."
Behind them a stretcher rolled past fast enough that one of the wheels rattled against the cracked tile. Two medics jogged beside it, guiding it carefully around a pile of twisted locker doors.
Eli's eyes followed it automatically.
A boy lay on the stretcher clutching his shoulder while one of the medics pressed thick bandaging against the wound. His face had gone pale and he kept blinking like he couldn't focus on anything in front of him.
They pushed him through the exit and disappeared.
Eli stared after them for a moment before the noise from the hallway pulled his attention back again.
More responders were moving through the wreckage now. Several officers in dark BSI jackets were working their way down the corridor in a line, clearing debris and checking classrooms one by one. One of them kicked a long strip of metal away from a doorway before leaning inside to check on the students sheltering there.
Another team had stopped near the middle of the hall where the lockers had torn loose. A white sheet had already been spread across the tile beside them.
Eli looked away quickly.
Brad noticed.
He let a few seconds pass before speaking again.
"What happened?"
The question was simple and quiet. Not rushed or sharp. Just direct.
Eli rubbed one hand across the back of his neck without realizing he was doing it. The muscles in his shoulders still burned from the strain of holding the metal back.
"He just… started tearing things apart, and sending them at everyone," Eli said after a moment.
Brad waited.
"The lockers," Eli continued slowly, trying to put the pieces in order in his head. "He hit them with the cane and they pulled off the wall. Then the metal started splitting. Into smaller and smaller pieces."
Brad nodded once.
"And you?"
"I tried to stop it."
Eli looked down at his hands.
They were still trembling a little.
"I could catch some of it," he said. "Push it away. But there were too many pieces. I couldn't get all of them."
Another stretcher came through the hallway then, this one moving slower. The student on it wasn't conscious. Two medics walked beside the stretcher while a third kept checking the boy's breathing as they moved.
They rolled past Eli and Brad without stopping.
Eli's voice dropped.
"They were behind me."
Brad didn't interrupt.
"The students," Eli said. "They were trying to get into the classrooms. The metal kept going past me."
His jaw tightened.
"I couldn't hold all of it back."
Brad followed Eli's gaze down the length of the corridor.
The damage pattern ran straight down the center of the hallway where the largest fragments had been stopped or deflected. Smaller impacts scattered along the walls and classroom doors behind that point.
Brad turned back toward him.
"You stopped it, as best as you could," he said.
Eli didn't respond.
"You see those lockers?" Brad continued, nodding toward the twisted metal frames. "If that entire section had gone straight through the hallway without anything in the way, we'd be looking at a lot more stretchers right now."
Eli shook his head once.
"It still hit people."
Brad didn't argue with that.
Down the corridor another group of responders emerged from around the corner. Two medics were guiding a stretcher carefully through the debris while a third walked ahead of them clearing space.
He recognized the hoodie before he registered who was lying on the stretcher.
He moved before he thought about it..
Brad caught his arm immediately.
"Easy."
"Lila..." Eli's knees nearly gave out.
The medics were already working as they moved. One of them kept both hands pressed firmly around the thick bandage wrapped high on her thigh while another adjusted the IV line that had been taped to her arm.
Lila's face looked pale against the pillow. Her eyes were closed and her breathing came in shallow uneven pulls.
"Let them through," Brad said quietly.
Eli stood frozen while the stretcher rolled past.
One of the medics glanced up briefly.
"She's stable," the man said automatically, already focused on the hallway ahead of them.
They moved toward the exit.
Eli watched until the stretcher disappeared through the door.
For a few seconds he didn't say anything.
Brad stayed beside Eli, one hand on his shoulder, while the responders kept moving through the wreckage around them. A pair of officers pushed a rolling cart of medical equipment past. Somewhere down the corridor someone was giving directions to clear another classroom.
Brad watched the door for a moment before speaking.
"She's in good hands."
Eli swallowed but didn't look at him.
"They got to her fast."
Eli nodded once, though it didn't look like he fully heard the words.
Brad shifted his weight against the wall beside them and looked back down the hallway again. The responders were still moving carefully through the debris field, stepping around bent locker doors and fragments of metal scattered across the tile.
He gestured faintly toward the center of the corridor.
"You held most of that right there."
Eli shook his head immediately.
"Not enough."
Brad didn't argue with that either.
He watched a medic kneel beside one of the impact marks along the wall, checking for another piece of metal that had embedded itself in the plaster.
After a moment he spoke again.
"Eli."
Eli finally glanced up.
"You were standing in the worst possible place for that to happen," Brad said. "Middle of a hallway, dozens of people behind you, and someone throwing metal through the air like that."
He nodded toward the damage again.
"And you still managed to keep most of it from getting past you."
Eli's eyes drifted back down the corridor.
A responder was lifting one of the twisted locker doors off the floor now while another photographed the damage behind it.
"It still got past me," Eli said quietly.
Brad didn't deny it.
"No one catches everything their first time in something like that."
Eli frowned slightly at that.
"My first time?"
Brad gave a small shrug.
"First real incident like that," he clarified. "You weren't practicing. You weren't ready. You were reacting."
Eli looked down at his hands again.
"They were behind me," he said. "I could hear them trying to get into the classrooms. I kept thinking if I just held it for another second maybe—"
His voice cut off.
Brad didn't need him to finish.
He leaned a little closer so Eli didn't have to raise his voice over the noise around them.
"Listen to me," Brad said quietly.
Eli looked up again.
"What you did back there bought those people time," Brad continued. "Time to move. Time for teachers to get doors open. Time for responders to get in here."
He nodded once toward the end of the hallway.
"That's why we're not looking at twenty stretchers right now."
Eli's expression didn't change much, but the tension in his shoulders eased a little.
Brad let the silence sit for a moment before continuing.
"The part that worries me," he said after a second, "is that you had to figure all of that out in the middle of it."
Eli frowned slightly.
"What do you mean?"
Brad gestured loosely with one hand toward the wreckage.
"You were learning how to handle that while it was happening," he said. "Trying things, adjusting, reacting to whatever came next."
Eli thought back to the moment the lockers had split apart. The metal dividing again and again until the air had been filled with hundreds of pieces.
His arms had been shaking before the wave had even finished hitting him.
"I didn't really know what I was doing," he admitted.
Brad gave a small nod.
"That's the problem."
The words came out more tired than anything else.
"You shouldn't have to figure that out while people are running for cover," Brad continued. "There are ways to learn this without it happening in the middle of a hallway."
Eli glanced at him.
"Ways how?"
Brad looked back toward the responders working through the wreckage for a moment before answering.
"Places," he said simply.
Eli tilted his head slightly.
"Places?"
Brad nodded once.
"Places where carriers actually learn how to use what they've got before they end up in situations like this."
Down the corridor another officer waved a group of students out of a classroom. They stepped carefully over scattered debris while a medic guided them toward the exit.
Eli watched them go.
Then he looked back at Brad.
"You mean like… training?"
Brad met his eyes.
"Yeah," he said. "Something like that."
Eli let that sit for a second.
The hallway behind them was still moving. A responder rolled a cart of equipment past while two officers carefully lifted a twisted locker door out of the way so a stretcher could pass through. Somewhere farther down the corridor someone was directing students toward the stairwell.
Everything just kept moving.
Eli rubbed his hands together without realizing it. His palms still felt like they were vibrating from the metal he had been trying to hold back.
"I didn't even know what I was doing," he said quietly.
Brad nodded.
"I know."
Eli looked down the hallway again.
The white sheet near the middle of the corridor hadn't moved.
A responder was standing beside it now, speaking quietly into a radio while another officer wrote something down on a small clipboard.
Eli forced himself to look away.
"If that happens again," he said after a moment, "I don't know if I could stop it."
Brad followed his gaze for a second before answering.
"That's exactly why you shouldn't be figuring it out like this."
Eli looked back at him.
Brad didn't sound frustrated. Just tired in a specific way.
"You did what you could with what you had," Brad said. "But that's not how this is supposed to work."
He nodded slightly toward the hallway.
"People don't get thrown into something like this and just hope they figure it out in time."
Another stretcher passed through the corridor behind them. Eli didn't look this time, but he heard the wheels bump over the broken tile as it rolled past.
Brad watched the responders guiding it toward the exit before speaking again.
"There are systems in place for this," he said. "Training, oversight, people whose entire job is making sure carriers don't have to learn in situations like that."
Eli frowned slightly.
"You mean like the BSI?"
Brad shook his head once.
"BSI deals with the aftermath," he said, glancing briefly toward the officers still clearing the hallway. "Containment, investigation, cleanup."
He looked back at Eli.
"The part before that happens somewhere else."
Eli stood there for a moment, listening to the noise of the corridor slowly settling into a controlled rhythm.
Medics moving Officers talking into radios. Students being guided out in small groups.
Brad finally pushed himself off the wall.
"Right now," he said, "we focus on getting through the rest of today."
Eli nodded faintly.
Brad looked down the hallway one more time.
Then he looked back at Eli.
"After this," he said, "you need to be somewhere you can actually learn how to control this before someone else gets killed."
Eli didn't answer.
Behind them the responders kept working.
And somewhere outside the building, another ambulance siren was already getting closer.