This is so dang short, it should be a crime. PFFFT! YEAH SURE. Anywhore, enjoy the fluff of the highest caliber.
A high-pitched whine started up.
Christophe's head whipped around, his eyes wide. He began to run to Gregory, yelling as he did so.
"No! Keep your head down!" He reached him just as the wall of windows shattered.
When the blast was over, Gregory stood up without a scratch on him.
Christophe's arms had cocooned around Gregory to protect him from the shards of glass. Now Christophe was unconscious from the blast, arms bleeding where his t-shirt didn't cover.
Gregory picked him up, slinging Christophe's less bloodied arm over his shoulders, and walked quickly out of the building.
By the time they had reached the police line, and all the questioning eyes behind it, Christophe was blinking awake. He cried out in pain and he was losing too much blood, so Gregory was happy to hand him to the paramedics.
Reporters swarmed around Gregory, as he was one of the only two apparent survivors of the bomb.
He tried to explain the situation and how he managed to crawl out unharmed. He continued by explaining how brave Christophe had been to protect him, even though Gregory had been wearing a long-sleeved shirt.
Christophe had risked his life for him. That was how he had remained unharmed.
Gregory, while still being bombarded with questions, watched as they loaded Christophe - who was unconscious again - into the ambulance.
"He's a hero." Gregory whispered.