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FOR SOME REASON, THE GROUP ALWAYS MANAGED TO SCREW UP THE PLAN IN THE FIRST HOUR. As soon as the first gunshot was fired, Florence's eyes immediately darted over to where Verona was standing beside Palermo. He watched as the two of them dropped to the ground, automatically thinking one of them had been shot. He felt a wave of adrenaline course through him. His legs moved fast, as he rounded the corner. Verona was sitting beside an injured Palermo, whose eyes were full of small pieces of glass. Florence felt his stomach drop at the horrid sight, which was completely blocking out the relief he felt that Verona wasn't hurt from what he could see.
Verona was too in shock to even move. The gunshot. The display case. The sound of the glass shattering. The image of Palermo's bloody face. Those four things were on constant repeat in her mind. She could hear the sound of people yelling, but it was muffled by the loud ringing that wouldn't leave her ears. A distant look could be found on her face, as she was zoned out of everything happening around her. She could feel her heartbeat pounding in her chest, the clamminess of her hands, the nausea rushing through her body. But she couldn't move.
"Verona!" Tokyo yelled, placing both of her hands onto the other girl's face. She desperately tried meeting her eyes, but had no luck in doing so. When she didn't get a response from her, she began shaking her shoulders, trying to pull her out of the trance she was in. "Snap out of it! Dammit!"
"Stop shaking her!" Florence demanded, grabbing Tokyo from behind, pulling her away from Verona. His eyes lingered on the blonde girl, worry filling his chest. Her line of vision was glued on the wall, almost as if she was staring at something-- but nothing was there.
"What the fuck is wrong with her?" Tokyo rushed out through ragged breaths, gesturing over towards Verona. Florence shook his head, telling her he had no idea. He had never seen her like that before, and it was honestly starting to scare him.
"I think she's in shock!" Stockholm chimed in, as she inspected Verona's body for any form of injury. It was hard to tell without removing the red jumpsuit from off of her, but touching her wasn't a good idea if she was really in shock.
"What the fuck do we do?" Tokyo exclaimed, looking towards Florence as if he should know the answer to that question.
"I don't know!" Florence shouted, throwing his hands up in the air. The man in charge was on the ground blinded, while the one who was supposed to sort everything out when things went downhill, was currently stuck in some trance. It was putting all of them on-edge.
"What is going on?" Denver wondered, as he approached his yelling teammates. Tokyo began explaining it to him, as Florence buried his face into his hands.
Florence could feel his head spinning as everyone kept throwing questions he couldn't answer at him. He wasn't used to being the one everyone looked towards for answers. That person was usually Verona. He was the one who always asked the questions. He didn't like the pressure on him. His frustration was rising at every passing second, and he didn't know how much longer he could hold it in.
