Charles drops to his knees in the sand, mindless of the blood that seeps into his suit at the knee, stains his hands where they fall. The missiles previously under Erik's control, too, flee from his mind as he tries to find the source of the bleeding.
"Erik? Erik, where are you hurt?" He demands. "Erik, talk to me!"
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Charles drops to his knees in the sand, mindless of the blood that seeps into his suit at the knee, stains his hands where they fall. The missiles previously under Erik's control, too, flee from his mind as he tries to find the source of the bleeding.
"Erik? Erik, where are you hurt?" He demands. "Erik, talk to me!"