Sitting down happily on the bunk, the white linen smelling as unnaturally clean as the rest of the room, Chris answered the questions she was asked and with some difficulty managed to remove her jacket. It wasn’t a pretty sight.

“Oh god.” Chris blanched at the sight of her arm and quickly turned away from it.

The entry wound itself wasn’t too bad, the little crater of ruptured flesh sat there without a care in the world, but of course blood from the wound had smeared itself over her arm much like a child discovering crayons and a wall.

The snap of plastic accompanied the pungent smell of antiseptic and Chris felt the nurse firmly take hold of her before vigorously cleaning around the wound. Once again Chris’ eyes bulged in silent agony. The pain meant the wound was being cleaned but dear lord did the nurse really have to be so rough? Glancing around the large hospital wing Chris absently watched the healing people help injured people in order to try and distract herself from her own throbbing arm and stomach. Then a very loud rumble echoed from her stomach and Chris turned very red.

“Well that explains my stomach ache.” She chuckled under the nurse’s unimpressed glare.

“That and possibly some internal bleeding.” The nurse returned to fussing over Chris’ bullet wound. “Once I’ve finished dressing this wound I’ll need you to take you shirt off so I can examine you abdomen. It takes a lot of force to throw an average human being and the fact they you blacked out after the collision is concerning.”

Chris simply nodded in compliance as she watched Ocean warrior having that nasty gash looked at and hoped he’d be alright. What a wonderful start to her evening this was. With a painful sigh Chris gave a small smile towards Shifter nearby. 

“Mind if I join you and your mate for that drink or…?” Chris asked tentatively. Nothing helps with making friends like suffering a bullet wound and internal bleeding. Then, thinking better of it, Chris then shook her head. “No, no, never mind.”