[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]	Banner sighed, sitting down on a chair next to Lance's bed. There wasn't really much he could say to his son anyways. His injuries had been his fault, given that he let the Hulk out. And it wasn't like he could wave a magic wand and suddenly heal Lance in a matter of seconds. Sure, there were whispers of some mutants and inhumans out there who could do stuff like that, but none of them had been credible as far as he was aware. [color=8dc73f]"Let me know if you need anything to eat or something, buddy,"[/color] Banner then said softly.

	[color=#cc33ff]"It's the only alternative I have at the moment,"[/color] Guin muttered, scratching at her wrists even faster. Her mind was practically screaming out for some sort of stimulant and she didn't want to relapse. Tony had raided her stash anyways, so the best she could do would be to steal some of the painkillers from the medical ward. Of course, she doubted her dad was going to let her out of his sight again. She'd be lucky if he didn't send her back to rehab for a few weeks and the threat of Kilgrave was probably the only thing stopping that. But even as she scratched, she didn't find any sort of relief. Her wrists had begun to bleed lightly.