“Who did this?”
Send “Who did this?” for your muse to discover my muse with a black eye or a busted lip
The wound itches on his side, it would be difficult to stretch and basically walk, but he would live. It isn’t the first time he gets hurt. Man of science or not, Wells was a man who wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty on the business. This time he got them dirty real good as he had tried to take away Zoom’s speed for the first time and failed. “Apparently a super evil speedster does not take lightly when you try to take away their powers.” The scientist thin lips join together to stop any sound that would imply he was in pain. “I’m fine, Miss Stacy. Nothing I can’t handle.” Harry spoke as he got out of the table he had been sitting on, stitching himself up.