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nudged them, and they broke apart. The bullet dissolving into microscopic
particles. Harmless now as they were swept away in Liz's bloodstream.

"The ambulance is pulling up out front," Max heard Michael say.

But he sounded far away. So far...

Max focused on Liz's somatic cells. The cells of her body. Of her stomach.
Of her muscles and tendons. Of her skin.

And instead of nudging he squeezed. Squeezed with his mind. Urging the
cells closer together. Healing.

Max felt hands on his shoulders, shaking him. "You've got to disconnect.
Now, Max," Michael ordered. "The ambulance crew is coming through the
door."

And he was out. Separate again. Alone again. A wave of coldness washed
through him, and he shivered.

Max slowly raised his hands and stared down at Liz's stomach. Under the
blood her skin was whole and perfect. He released a shaky sigh of relief.

Liz opened her eyes and stared at him. "I... you..."

"I'll explain everything later," Max whispered. "But now I need you to
help me."

He grabbed a bottle of ketchup off the counter and smashed it against the
floor. He dumped the contents over the blood on Liz's uniform.

"You broke the bottle when you fell," Max told her. "Okay, Liz? You broke
the bottle when you fell, that's all."

A man and woman dressed in white jumpsuits hurried behind the counter.
"Everyone move aside and give us some room," the woman paramedic
instructed.

Max backed away. Did Liz even understand what he'd asked her to do?

Liz struggled to sit up. "I'm okay," she said. Her voice sounded hoarse.
"When I heard the gunshot, I jumped. Then I fell. I... I broke this
ketchup bottle and spilled ketchup all over myself."

She held up the broken bottle so everyone could see it.

Then Liz looked straight at Max, her dark brown eyes melting with emotion.
He felt his breath catch in his chest.

"I'm okay," she repeated.