'Cause they will run you down, down til you fall

[telarano]

This was not the Spiderman that everyone knew. He was shorter, scrawnier (somehow this was possible) and his costume was black and red. A couple people had met him so far, but one didn't need to know him to realize that the rips to his clothing wasn't normal. Nor was the smell hazing him, smoke, fire, char. Blood.

Even without how he was trying not to limp he was clearly twitchy, practically shaking with adrenaline still as he found a more out of the way bench to sink down onto with a hiss of discomfort. He could feel the pain of his leg starting to punch through the fight or flight his life had been for the last hour or so, knew it would be followed by other injuries as he started to recover. But for now his ears were still ringing with the lingering echoes of the roar of infernos and gunfire, hyper-aware of his surroundings as he turned his attention to picking open the rip in the thigh of his suit again to get a look at the gash there. The bandage had gotten lost somewhere in the chaos, and it was a mess again, and he thinks it might be a bit worse-looking than it had started as.

At least he had his mask, so no one would see the lingering panic, or the exhaustion. And even without his spider sense he'd know someone was coming closer, speaking up in a voice that would be almost have a joking tone if not for the thready edge that hinted how close to the end of his tether this kid was.

"So... you wouldn't by chance know how to tell if something needs stitches, would you?" If not he had the web-shooters, could just web the injury over. He doubted that'd be good for the long run but it'd stop the bleeding at least while he hunted down a clinic.

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[telarano]

"I got shot. It was just a graze, but I had to keep fighting and I think it pulled open a bit wider, let alone getting all sorts of crud in it again..."

Not that he realized what she was concerned about there, or he'd be happy to assure her that it hadn't been some crazed gunman running around the Nexus. Nope just another interaction between cops and Spider-Men.

[chiron_survivor]

His answer makes her frown a little, to herself. She'd be genuinely upset to hear that police officers are taking shots at Spiderman, but even with that little bit of information, she feels bad about the danger he's put himself in. Even if he's a superhero, he's still a teenager.

This one has to be a teenager, too, right? He sounds so young.

"I understand," she says simply. Not the first bullet wound she's seen, either. A grazing is far better than the alternative. She's not sure she has the right tools to dig out shrapnel.

Anyway, she gets it cleaned up soon enough. That's the easy part. "You'll need stitches," she confirms. "It's superficial, but gauze won't stop the bleeding... I'll use some surgical tape strips. if you're careful, they'll hold until you can get proper stitches."

[telarano]

A young teen at that. Small and scrawny in that wiry way kids have. But it was a relief at the moment that the woman seemed to know what she was doing when she got to cleaning up the gash, and he nodded slowly at what she was saying.

"Yeah that's... that's totally fine. You wouldn't know where there's a clinic or something here would you?" Once he felt less like his legs would fall out from under him if he risked getting up.

[chiron_survivor]

Adia's hands are steady while she patches him up. "No, unfortunately I don't," she says with considerable regret. The Nexus could really use a clinic or two. "I think there might have been one a long time ago, back when I first started coming here."

The wound is easy to close with the surgical tape. The key is not re-opening it. She wraps it in gauze for additional protection. "You don't have a... hideout?" Her word choice is tentative. That's something heroes have, right? A base of operations? "Maybe someone on your world you trust who is also a doctor?"