[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=cc33ff]Guin Stark[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/xdLhz3q9/giphy-3.gif[/img][hr][b][color=cc33ff]Location:[/color][/b] First Sub Basement - Operating Theater
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [/center][hr][hr]	Ayita's mental message to Guin went unheard - she didn't even notice that someone had tried to contact her telepathically. Those with psychic type abilities had resistance to telepathic intrusions - as well as those with a genius level intellect. Ayita's intended target just happened to fall under both categories, likely for the better as Guin did not consider Richard or Ayita to be family. She wasn't even friends with Ayita. And given how Ayita and Richard were treating Mary, once Guin found out what was going on, would she still be friends with Richard? Only time could tell. 

	Before she could even say another word to her father, Pietro had whisked her downstairs into medical. She was hardly even aware of the rapid travel. It went too fast for her mind to even begin to properly process. [color=cc33ff]"Telling me to not argue about it just makes me want to argue about it,"[/color] Guin mumbled, getting her bearings in medical. The place was uncomfortably crowded. Lance was the closest one too her and she grimaced slightly, spotting the contraption that Dr. Banner was using. She knew it was the only way to save her friend, but still... She just hoped Lance wouldn't hate her for calling his father. 

	[color=7ea7d8]"Arguing is bad,"[/color] Pietro told her simply. 

	She raised an eyebrow. [color=cc33ff]“You mean arguing with [i]you[/i] is bad,”[/color] Guin pointed out. She had seen Pietro argue with people on tons of occasions and he had seen her argue with others. 

	[color=7ea7d8]"...Well technically you shouldn't be arguing with anyone when you have a head injury that you haven't had looked at."[/color]

	She sighed slightly. The [i]head injury[/i] wasn't really that bad. She had put a bandage on it and was feeling fine. People knocked their heads against things all of the time and she wasn't in tremendous pain or anything. She could wait to get it looked at until people with more serious injuries were dealt with. [color=cc33ff]“Piet I’m fine. Other people actually need Beast’s help right now.”[/color]

	[color=7ea7d8]"You need to get your head looked at still!"[/color]

	[color=cc33ff]“It can wait and you shouldn’t yell in medical...”[/color] Guin reminded him. She glanced over, seeing the various people in beds. A lot of them were in pretty bad shape - enough that she imagined hearing Pietro yell wasn't really at the top of their list of things to do at the moment. [color=7ea7d8]"I'm not yelling..."[/color] [color=cc33ff]"You just did yell,"[/color] Guin pointed out. [color=7ea7d8]"Whatever."[/color]

	She moved the blanket aside, swinging her feet over to the side and beginning to slide out of bed, only for Pietro to put her back into the hospital bed in the blink of an eye. To Guin's perception, it looked like he hadn't even moved at all. [color=cc33ff]"Piet, I don't need to be taking up a bed space when people need it more than me..."[/color]

	[color=7ea7d8]"Head injuries are bad you know, especially when you don't know how serious it is."[/color]

	[color=cc33ff]"Am I going to be able to convince you?"[/color] Guin asked quietly, a bit annoyed. 

	[color=7ea7d8]"Probably not."[/color]

	Guin huffed, lying back in the bed and turning over. She felt frustrated and a bit bad that a lot of people were needing help, and she felt fine, but Pietro was insisting on getting her looked over. However, seeing the blood in medical gave her a brief flashback to seeing Muscles lying dead on the ground and her muscles tensed up in response.[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=0072bc]Dean Kesseli[/color][/b][/i][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/pXK8z0WD/tumblr-ojxkiiv-C0-G1qlgpk0o3-250.gif[/img][hr][b][color=0072bc]Location:[/color][/b] First Sub Basement - Operating Theater 
[b][color=0072bc]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [/center][hr][hr]	Dean saw them bring in Carolina and his heart sank. At least he knew that he hadn't been the one to hurt her - right? But it easily could have been. He felt guilty for something that he didn't do, seeing the sweet and innocent Brit on the bed in some state of confusion. It looked like a head injury, with all of the blood caking Carolina's skull. If he had been up to going over to her, he would have, to... to apologize? He honestly didn't know. [color=0072bc]"Annie.... Is Carolina gonna be okay?"[/color] Dean called out quietly. There was no point continuing to look at Richard, to be reminded that he withheld information about Dean's sister - no friend would have done that... Dean wouldn't have done that to him... - and that Dean was the one responsible for his current state. 

	The conversation between the old X-Men caught Dean's attention as well - something like this had happened before. He bit his lip slightly. How many enemies did the X-Men have? How long would it be until something like this happened [i]again?![/i] Until he woke up, finding himself covered in his friends' blood and their corpses at his feet? He had seen the [i]Flash[/i] television show. He knew what speedsters and those like them were capable of when they went dark. He never wanted to risk even doing something like that to Carolina.

	Another reason to leave, then.