Margaret looked at him, petting the creature on the head. "To live. I made him to be a defense...an aid if the need came...but he has his own spirit now. His life is his choice. Like Fang, who is here some where..." She flinched and held her ribs. Arachnid chirped with concern as Margaret moved away, panting as she held herself up on the work table. Bane moved towards her, Clara jumping up and going to her side. "Maggie? You alright?" Maggie shook her head, feeling light headed. That's when she heard the dripping. She looked down and saw her leg was bleeding badly. She hadn't noticed because of her dark clothing. 

Maggie looked at the others then fell forward, Clara trying to catch her. "Maggie! Maggie are you alright?"