Hairline fracture on the Pelvic bone.
Huge bruise across his face. Thanks Bobby.
And last and certainly least a chipped tooth.
All because some dumb bitch decided that just because he monster was out everyones monster should be out. He didn’t blame Jean, no he sympathised with her. But Pheonix? Next time she came back he wouldn’t hesitate to try and attack her. His skin was back to it’s normal complexion but his teeth were still the row of razor sharp fangs Gobby turned them into. He’d have to get a dentist to file those back to a normal shape. But out of all the pains he’d had -He refused the pain medicine, opting to let the pain fester- the one his newly formed memories caused were the greatest. It wasn’t just the dance. Or the cabin. No it was what he had done to Parker.
Just the thought of it caused something to get caught in Harry’s eyes. He deserved every awful word, every low blow, every single thing anybody had ever called him because of it. For the seventh time that day something started leaking from the ceiling, falling down Harrys cheek. No matter where he put his head, the mysterious liquid would continue rolling down his cheek. Incredible, he’d have to complain to the doctors about it.
Harry heard the curtain open and he ducked his head down and cupped a hand over his neck. He wasn’t allowed to cover up the green burn looking thing that had been a ficture on Harrys neck since he got sick. He had done good covering it but now it was left out for the world too see. “Go away” Harry said, sounding broken, like a shell. God he hated being so pathetic
“You sort of paid me not to, Osborn. Also, you paid me to get your phone, what’s up with that?”
While Kate was fairly aware of what all had transpired, she wasn’t involved. Maybe in helping pick up some of the pieces and helped people ( which, was the point of S.H.I.E.L.D. wasn’t it? ) but besides that, she wasn’t. With the phone in her hand, she dangled it loosely, her other arm crossed over herself. When she opened his curtain, there was no change in expression, no outward reaction to how he looked, though there was one inwardly. As well as a single thought:
How horrible must it be to have your pain on display.
“Why are you paying me money to get your phone? And -- ” Kate stopped, looking up at the ceiling at the substance coming down and hitting Harry on the cheek. Under her breath, she muttered, “for fucks sake,” before turning around and yelling, “there is water coming down from the ceiling on one of your patients! Fix it! Use ice powers! Do something.”
She turned back to Harry, “answer my question.”