Armed and Dangerous || Open || TW: Mild Gore/Violence
"Crap," Wade said aloud, too loud, in the common room. The faces of several students turned towards him with interest, but Wade paid them no mind - his attention was focused solely on the lances of pain shooting through the nub that was once his arm. It was not an unfamiliar feeling, but he had never experienced it on such a large scale before.
"Crap," he repeated himself, rising slowly from his seat. Wade set off at a brisk pace through the crowded room, weaving distractedly through the student body gathered therein. The stabs of pain were getting starker and more persistent, Wade just managed to duck into an uninhabited hallway before he slumped against a wall, groaning in discomfort,
Wade let out a wordless cry of pain as a new arm erupted from the stump of his old one in a spray of blood and plasma. He looked down at his newborn appendage in bewilderment. He had regenerated lost fingers and toes before - even an eyeball that one time - but a full arm was something new. Wade gave the digits a cautious wiggle and grinned when they responded immediately. Shaking minutely, Wade looked up to find that this hallway wasn't nearly so empty as he had thought.
