[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#cc33ff][center]Guinevere Stark[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s9.postimg.cc/l8imn390v/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr]	[color=8dc73f]"Try not to run off again for a while, buddy,"[/color] Banner said, as he gave Lance some painkillers to help with the partially crushed ribs. [color=8dc73f]"This isn't going to be a fun healing process...So don't do anything that will aggravate it,"[/color] he then added. He really didn't want to have to treat Lance for any complications that could have arisen. He was doing a pretty good job of ignoring Guin, not really wanting to deal with her at the moment, as he blamed her for whatever ideas Lance had gotten in his head. He doubted that they had gone to the event and this happened to them by chance. 

	Guin was sitting on one of the chairs in medical, her fingers twitching more and more. Kilgrave's pheromones in her system had set her sobriety back a few days and she looked a little bit pale. To make matters worse, she kept having little flashbacks to the incident at her boarding school with the Brotherhood - of Ginger looking so battered and bruised, of that irritating speedster trying to pull her out of the tree. And then her mind drifted to the aftermath of the events there. She thought about the first time she ever used and she started to scratch at her wrist.