The next sound was so loud even Ross heard it. “Get down!” Ash tackled Ross and Porthos to the ground, covering them with his own body. Ross felt fur as Porthos burrowed in beside him and then, less than a second later, little bits of plaster dropped around him.
“Is that it?” He asked.
The crash that followed was like thunder.
* * * *
Ash woke up with a pounding headache. For a second, he couldn’t quite remember what had happened. Everything around him was dusty, and he was pretty sure that wasn’t right. There was a warm body underneath him, though, and Porthos was next to him, so dust and a mess didn’t matter so much to him anymore.
Then Porthos groaned and coughed, and Ash remembered. The warm body underneath him wasn’t there because he had some fun last night. It was there because Ash had thrown him to the ground. Awesome. I tackled a cop. How’s that going to go?The pain in his chest and in his arm came from impact. If he had to guess, he’d say he had a head injury.