Kant's head was still buzzing from the exertion, the water, and the explosion of energy. His fingers shook as he wiped the last of the water from his face. The staff stood frozen, eyes flicking nervously between him and the direction Gabriel had bolted.
One of the nurses, her face pale, approached Kant cautiously, her hands wringing the hem of her uniform. "Sir, are you—are you alright?"
"Yeah. Fine," Kant muttered. His voice was strained, hoarse.
The nurse hesitated. "We need to clear the area. The pipes burst, and... and you're all soaked. We'll help you get somewhere dry, but you have to come with us."
Kant wasn't in the mood for hospital formalities. He shot her a look that said as much.
"No need." He turned on his heel, walking after the possessed guy on the loose.
"But sir, you need to..." The nurse's voice faded in the background.
