Wanda - backdated to after fight with Tommy
He should probably go see Josh, but fuck he hated even the idea of asking for help...and he hurt too fucking bad to deal with it anyway. He just wanted to wash some of the blood off and lay the fuck down for a while, then maybe he'd go begging to the fucking X-geek. At least he wasn't one of the ones he'd known back home, that made it a bit better.
For now, though, he slipped carefully out of his shirt, hissing in pain as the motion tugged at bruised and abraded flesh. Fuck, he hurt. No one had managed to hurt him this bad in...hell, maybe ever. He considered a shower but his head was pounding and things were sort of shifting in and out of focus, which didn't really bode well for his chances of staying upright in the shower. Fucking asswipe, he'd actually concussed him.
Fingers stiff, he popped the fly on his pants and eased them down, staggering slightly and leaning against the wall for balance before managing to step out of them. Good thing he was close to the bed at that point and he sank down on the edge, fingers skimming carefully along the distorted swell of his jaw. Oh fuck, hurt so bad and he actually whimpered quietly as he laid back on the bed, stomach churning and head and jaw throbbing at the change in angle. He knew he should clean up, get dressed, do something so Wanda wouldn't see him like this if she came back before he managed to drag himself to see Josh, but the thought of getting up again was more than he could face and he closed his eyes against the light and the pain and was asleep almost as soon as he'd finished moving.
For now, though, he slipped carefully out of his shirt, hissing in pain as the motion tugged at bruised and abraded flesh. Fuck, he hurt. No one had managed to hurt him this bad in...hell, maybe ever. He considered a shower but his head was pounding and things were sort of shifting in and out of focus, which didn't really bode well for his chances of staying upright in the shower. Fucking asswipe, he'd actually concussed him.
Fingers stiff, he popped the fly on his pants and eased them down, staggering slightly and leaning against the wall for balance before managing to step out of them. Good thing he was close to the bed at that point and he sank down on the edge, fingers skimming carefully along the distorted swell of his jaw. Oh fuck, hurt so bad and he actually whimpered quietly as he laid back on the bed, stomach churning and head and jaw throbbing at the change in angle. He knew he should clean up, get dressed, do something so Wanda wouldn't see him like this if she came back before he managed to drag himself to see Josh, but the thought of getting up again was more than he could face and he closed his eyes against the light and the pain and was asleep almost as soon as he'd finished moving.