"[b][color=fff200]GodDAMN it![/color][/b]" Orb weaver spat as he reentered his flat and stumbled into the guest bathroom. Due to the fact that everyone that lived in the same building had either locked themselves into their homes and glued themselves to their televisions or left to join the chaos, no one seemed to be any the wiser to him as he returned. The criminal pulled a first aid kit out from the medicine cabinet, then ripped off his mask and threw it into the bathtub before sitting on the toilet. Jacque lightly touched the knife and hissed as pain shot through his arm. "[b]That asshole's going to owe me a new jacket after this.[/b]" He muttered as he gingerly tore the fabric to better view his arm. It wasn't pretty; the knife was buried in by at least two inches and there was dried blood caked along his arm, thankfully however the knife hadn't struck a bone or an artery and the bleeding appeared to be slowing. Jacque didn't know whether or not he'd need stitches, only that what he was about to do was going to suck quite badly. He shoved part of the torn jacket into his mouth and took a deep breath, then yanked the knife out of his arm with a small squelching sound and a fresh rivulet of blood. The criminal almost cried out, and was kept from doing so only due to the fact that he bit down harder on the fabric. Jacque spat out the fabric and pulled out some antiseptic wipes along with gauze and medical tape to dress the wound. 

"[b]I swear if I wasn't against personally murdering people, that guy would catch a bullet through his goddamned eye socket.[/b]" Jacque hissed venomously as he rotated his arm experimentally. Jacque knew he'd have to go to a hospital, but with his wound cleaned and dressed he could wait until tomorrow. For now he was exhausted, he'd find out what had been damaged by Talon's interference, then he'd get some sleep. Tomorrow he'd go to a doctor and possibly see about getting some work after that.