Yako nodded tiredly, leaning back against the wall. She bit back a frown when she felt a dull ache from the first leg she busted on the damn door, mentally making a note to stay in bed for the rest of the night once they got out.
Broken bones, decided the young detective, were things that should really happen to other people. This was the first time she had consciously experienced it, as her tumble down the stairs left in a hellish coma, compliments of Carrion, until her skull had healed.