Vertigo groaned, but she knew that Remy was worse off than she was... and he'd probably die if she didn't go find someone to help him. How the hell was she supposed to find someone in this mess? Damn. She gave Remy's cheek a gentle caress. "You sit tight, sweetie," she murmured, suddenly rather kind now that she had the fight taken out of her. She sat up, her left arm limp at her side, and she bit back a shriek as she stood. "Motherfuck..." Looking back down at Remy, she frowned.
"You really hurt me." Like she was surprised. "And you look like shit." ---Like she was pleased with herself for kicking his ass. "I'll find someone." And then she was staggering off through the chaos, trying to find a medic----or, that was the idea, anyway.