The impact hit him like a truck.
A beam slammed down through his right shoulder, hot white agony driving a gasp out of him before he could bite it back. The cabinet crashed over him with it, metal doors flying open as bottles shattered and chemical fluids burst across his chest, his neck, and his face. Cold liquid and sharp fumes burned into his skin and eyes, seeping into fabric and soaking him until he couldn't tell what was blood and what wasn't.
Dust filled his lungs. Something sharp scraped his ribs. His cheek was pressed into the wet floor; he could taste grit and iron. For a moment, the world narrowed to pressure, pain, and the struggle to pull in air beneath crushing weight.
He heard Leon scream his name somewhere beyond the ringing in his ears.
There were unfamiliar voices. Strong, controlled, and cutting clean through panic.
"Two stabilized! One pinned! Get stabilization rigs in here now!"
