something's wrong...
Wade looked down at her bleeding arm in confusion... An idiot of a mugger had decided she looked like a good mark when she was outside in her civilian getup for the second time ever. She had fought him off no problem, but he had a small pocket knife, and had knicked her right arm straight across the radial artery, and she was bleeding.
A lot.
It didn't make any sense... She should have completely healed the cut already.
Wade quickly ripped the bottom of her (green oxford) shirt, and wrapped it around her forearm.
She applied steady pressure with her left hand, and swallowed hard... While this wasn't something she ever had to do, she had seen enough procedural medical shows to know what to do in such situations...
She quickly walked out of the alleyway, making sure to kick the unconscious mugger on her way past, cursing under her breath. There was a red stain slowly growing on the fabric she had wrapped around her arm.
She that while there was an issue she was going to have to deal with to do with her healing factor, right now she needed gauze. Or a bandage. Or something.
From all of the mutants/metahumans/heroes/villains, the one who was located closest was around two blocks away.
Except, of course, she had a healing factor. Wade crossed her fingers and prayed that she would have a first aid kit available nonetheless.
*heh. Didn't take you for the religious type, Wade*
"I'm not. Shaddup"
Wade felt the scarf that she had wrapped around her face starting to slip, and she quickly adjusted it, getting some blood on the brown fabric.
She stepped up to the doorway to the apartment and banged on it a few times with her forehead, biting her lip in pain.
