Slade watch with rapt attention as he watched Jinny begin the training task he had set forth for her. This was as important for her as it was for him. He lacked the same type of powers she owned, and were it not for the military he would lack a powers all together so he needed to be perfectly aware of what it was she could do to the best of his ability, otherwise training her in it would be nearly impossible.
 
It was a good plan in theory, one that had a miscalculation that he wasn’t expecting, Jinny herself. He  witnessed her struggle with the 15 pound weight and made note of the changes that overcame her as  well as noting how far it was that she was able to move the weight, all of these signs would be useful w ays of measuring her exertion he figured. Her exhaustion, was expected, her bleeding was not.
                
  With skill long past mastered Slade brushed off the welling panic that bubbled up within him and instead moved into action. Smooth easy movements were used to gently pick up the young Jinyah up off the ground. Those same smooth movements lead them quickly across the underground room to a small area not far from the equipment cage. “I see we have found another thing that we will have to work on  with you” He would say gently, softly, not wanting to startle the poor girl considering he wasn’t sure just  how badly it was she had injured herself, something that was always an uncertainty when it came to  psychically controlled capabilities. 
 
“Your ability has potential, some of the greatest men and women I’ve met had it as well. But you must always be careful with it.” He would go on to say as he set Jinyah down on a medical table. “Straining it too much can and will have consequences, as you are now doubt experiencing.” He continued his explanation even as he pulled out a few high tech medical scanners. He always knew that keeping this little training corner stocked up with actually medical supplies would come in handy; he just never expected it to be for this kind of reason. “So as will all of your training, you must learn when to stop. You own it to yourself, and your potential to never push too far unless you need to. Otherwise you run the risk of crippling yourself forever.”

Quickly he set the scanners up and set them scanning for what type of damage it was that Jinny had done to herself, as it could be a wide category of things that caused the bloody nose, from stress rupturing a vessel in her nose all the way up to brain aneurysms.  All the while he would keep his cool until he knew what it was they were actually dealing with. Once he had those answers then he could go on to treating it. And working out how to make sure it never happened again.