Reaching Emma's home, he moved to the sink, leaning over it as he started the process of cleaning off the blood that was still escaping his nose. Fucking hell. Glancing to Emma when she moved to stand beside him. "Yes," he sighed, turning to shoot Bell a dirty look, "Someone has bony fucking elbows." While it bloody hurt, it wasn't a pain that he didn't know. This wasn't the first time he'd broken his nose and he doubted it would be the last.
Now that most of the blood had been cleaned up, he glanced Lexi's way. "Do the honours," he asked, dryly.
Lexi laughed and nodded. She really didn't get as much pleasure out of this as they thought she did ... alright, so perhaps there was a little pleasure, but it was in the most loving way. Grabbing a stool from the bar, she hopped up on it, her knees pressed into the seat and bringing her up to eye level with him. "Ready?" she asked, waiting for his nod before casting the charm to reset the bridge of his nose with that familiar little click.
Adrian was pretty sure having it set was far worse than breaking it. His jaw clenched tightly shut as Lexi healed it. While he didn't think he would escape ever having it broken again, he could certain hope for it.
Feeling a little sorry for him, Lexi cleaned off the rest of the blood from his face. There wasn't anything she could do for his shirt, unfortunately. Getting down off the stool with a little assistance from Adrian, she returned to Clint, and gave him a quick once over. Nothing seemed to be out of place.
Marcus, for his part, wasn't overly concerned with his lip. It didn't really hurt all that much. He was sure his fist was more noticeably sore. That thought earned a smirk. What he wouldn't give to be a fly on the wall when that idiot woke up. "Can I just point out that Adrian is the only one injured by friendly fire," he grinned, only to duck suddenly as Emma's can opener went sailing through the spot his face had been a moment before.