Somehow, he had been expecting something else. If she was going to lash out. If she decided to fight him at all.
The blow to the head is stunning and sudden, and gives him no chance to react in his hyperfocused state. He doesn't fall but he does stagger, hand going to the side of his face as he wobbles uncertainly.
For a long few seconds, that's all he can do because his head is ringing. The crowd still sounds far off, distant, and he finds himself...
No, this isn't right. How did he get here? Someone just hit him and he's somewhere else completely from what he last remembers.
The last thing he really remembers clearly is mirrors. Bits and pieces of the crowd, and an intent he can no longer grasp, but somehow he's here now and Meredith just hit him.
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The blow to the head is stunning and sudden, and gives him no chance to react in his hyperfocused state. He doesn't fall but he does stagger, hand going to the side of his face as he wobbles uncertainly.
For a long few seconds, that's all he can do because his head is ringing. The crowd still sounds far off, distant, and he finds himself...
No, this isn't right. How did he get here? Someone just hit him and he's somewhere else completely from what he last remembers.
The last thing he really remembers clearly is mirrors. Bits and pieces of the crowd, and an intent he can no longer grasp, but somehow he's here now and Meredith just hit him.
"Meredith? What the hell?"