[He doesn't mean to yell, the sound impossibly loud as it bounces off of the room. His heart is in his throat even as he scrambles to his feet, arms covering his face to try and avoid being cut by that glass.]
[Oh God. He shouldn't look, but he does anyway. He's seen bodies before--but his heart is pounding even as he slowly, painstakingly lifts his gaze. Is it himself he'll see on the floor?]