Misha flinched back from the shards of rock too close to his eyes and rolled back to get to his feet with difficulty. Upright didn't last long; he doubled over clutching abdomen. Blood streaked his hands and dripped down his bare legs. Awareness of being shot made it hurt a lot. Where was everybody? Somebody had to notice what happened.
Look Dad, my hallucination shot me. Could you go upstairs and see if you smell anything in the hall outside my room?
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