Clean Up (Hank)
Takes place immediately following this thread
Hank was there awfully quickly. Dinah was grateful for that. She was still holding onto her wrist, her breathing shallow now that the adrenaline had worn off. Without it, the pain was definitely distracting.
She heard the suggestion to sit and did so, squatting down on the curb.
"Just got swatted into a wall. Good thing the canary cry worked," she said with a weak smile. "I think it's just my wrist. Everything else is sore, but nothing else feels broken or out of place."