Psycho had known something was wrong in his chest long before the truck died.
It wasn't subtle and it made him worry that he was having a panic attack or something, his heart twisting in ways he had never experienced before.
Then again, maybe it was because the universe broke the most important rule that he knew about.
Sera healed.
That was how things worked.
She got hurt, her body corrected it, and then she kept going like the damage had been temporary and the world owed her nothing. It didn't matter how deep the wound was or how bad it looked. It didn't matter what caused it.
She healed.
That was the rule.
But this time, the rule wasn't working.
The cut had stayed open too long. Then it had sealed wrong. Then it had stopped changing entirely, like her body had decided that was as good as it was going to get.
No tightening. No correction. No quiet shift that meant things were still moving forward.
Instead, she stayed broken.
