Nobody got up for a long time.
They lay where they had fallen, scattered across the broken stairs under the gold sky, and nobody said much of anything. Jin listened to them breathing. Some of them were breathing hard. Some of them had slowed down so much he thought they might have fallen asleep. Somewhere below him, Mina let out a low groan every time she shifted, and every time she did, Byung-ho mumbled something to her, too quiet for Jin to hear.
His regeneration worked through him slowly. The burning in his arms faded to an ache, and the ache faded to a dull heaviness, like his bones had been filled with sand. The hole in his chest had closed completely, leaving only a patch of smooth pink skin that pulled tight whenever he breathed in too deep.
When he could finally move without everything hurting, he sat up.
