Work was so depressing. After losing his powers and using the power injection, his abilities were all gone. He could only fly. His strength was gone, the telekinesis.. everything. So pulling people from cars and wreckages was way more difficult than it should've been, and it was frustrating. So much blood, so much pain, and he felt so useless.
Another call received. It was never ending. Who knew people got injured so much in this city?
They were off, turning down a street. Two car accident. Some idiot ran a light, from what it saw. Of course, that asshole was fine.. though Peter wanted to punch him for being stupid. Whatever, two injured people were in the car, and he was working on getting to them.
The hair caught his attention first, and he nearly thought nothing of it. However, when he saw her face.. he froze.
"Caitlin?" He said in shock, voice lost among the loud sirens. Suddenly, this was serious, even if he was just hallucinating. He worked as hard as he could to get her out of the car, to get her somewhere safe.
"M-My name is Peter, and I'm here to help you." He stammered, trying to offer her her rights to care with this anxious feeling curling his stomach into knots. "Can.. can you hear me?"