𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍| Max Mayfield

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The elevator plummeted. Metal screeched around them as the shaft howled with rushing air, the sensation of freefall making Jules' stomach twist violently. Her screams mingled with the others-Steve's panicked yells, Robin's sharp expletives, Dustin's squeaky voice cracking with fear, and Erica's high-pitched shriek. Jules' own screaming felt muted, muffled by the lingering ringing in her ears from earlier. Her hearing was still shot, a dull pressure pounding in her head like someone had stuffed cotton inside her skull.

Amid the chaos, her wide eyes tracked Dustin and Erica as they fumbled wildly at the panel of buttons on the elevator wall. Dustin's face twisted in concentration, fingers jabbing at random keys while Erica shoved at him, barking out commands like she somehow knew what she was doing.

"Press all of them! Maybe it's like-like, a reset or something!" Dustin shouted, slamming his fist into the controls.

"Move, nerd! You're pressing the same one twice, dummy!" Erica snapped, shoving him aside and jabbing the buttons herself.

Jules braced herself, body tensed and heart pounding in her chest as the elevator gave a sickening lurch before slamming to a jarring, screeching stop. The impact knocked her off balance, sending her crashing back into the cold metal wall. Pain exploded in her skull as her head cracked against it with a loud thud.

"¡Mierda! Creo que ahora tengo una conmoción cerebral por culpa de vosotros, idiotas!" she shouted, clutching the back of her head as her vision briefly blurred.
("Shit! I think I have a concussion now because of you idiots!")

The pain was sharp, but it wasn't the only thing Jules noticed-her hearing was back. The ringing had stopped, replaced by the groans and curses of her friends around her.

Steve's voice broke through loud and clear, though not exactly graceful. "My groin!" he exclaimed, sprawled awkwardly on the floor with a large crate pinning his lower body down.

Jules blinked, registering the scene-and then promptly burst into laughter. "Ha! You fell right on your ass!" she teased, pointing with zero sympathy.

Steve shot her a glare, face red as he struggled to push the crate off. "Yeah, well, Jules-where the hell have you been?! You vanished! We thought you got, like, disintegrated or something!"

Dustin, brushing himself off, scowled at her too, echoing Steve's demand.

Jules, still nursing her head, scowled right back. "Sorry, I got kidnapped by some freakin' Russians! They dragged me down here to experiment on me-wanted to use me as their personal weapon or something. Not exactly a vacation!"