Wounded Pride || @chtnr
“Shhh..” She held him close to her, embracing him even as she tried to ease some of the pain through just being there alone. He was so wounded, she didn’t know how she was going to fix this. She didn’t know if she should take him to the hospital or - or what she could do. He was banged up badly, even for his super suits protecting him, he’d barely made it out of this one. She let her hand raise and gently brushed through his hair, effectively petting him to try and calm his nerves, “Just relax, all right? It’s going to be okay, I’m going to take care of you, okay?” She didn’t know why he’d run into this head first. Well, there were civilians involved, so that was a good enough reason she supposed. However, he wasn’t one to just try to run into a fight without knowing the enemy first like this unless under great duress. Her fingers lightly touched a cheek, a face of worry creasing her brow as eyes would hood and lips would purse somewhat into a thin line. She needed to help him, first aid, something, but her ‘safety bag’ she stashed nearby was a way’s away. She didn’t want to leave him there.
