Pietro grimaced with a roll of his shoulder, fighting to decide the best way to disarm the situation that didn’t end with knocking her out. Behind him came quiet gasps of surprise at the sight and shuffling, telltale signs of other hospital visitors getting out of the way of something potentially dangerous.
“You do– can you see yourself?”
She’d dropped down to her knees, and that was enough to instill a bit of premature hope that this was over before it was beginning.
“You were in an accident, it– my fault, kind of. Sorry–”
Laura growled, just a little, at his admission.
As soon as the flash of annoyance subsided, she shifted her weight; a futile attempt at getting comfortable. Calmer, but still tense, she could feel it slowing her down.
“ I don’t. I heal. ” The word is overly stressed, to ( hopefully ) imply something unique. Something different. Maybe she could be plainer? Or bolder, if she took the anomaly she spotted earlier literally. “ Show me yours and I’ll show you mine. ”
She smiles, pained, but cheeky.
