You let out a sigh as you wrapped a bandage around a particularly large gash on Psylocke’s forearm. She winced as you tied it tight. She’d gotten into a fight again, and even though she won, like usual, she was beaten and battered. Her clothes were torn, and she had bruises and cuts and scratches all over. She hadn’t even been out looking for a fight this time. She was just coming home from a night of..whatever the was doing. She told that she’d seen a group of masked people kidnap someone, so she followed them. Once she got where they were, however, there were more than she expected.

She sucked in a breath as you brushed an alcohol wipe over another of her wounds. The two of you sat in silence for a while as you tended to her wounds. Psylocke winced as you began stitching up a deep wound on her leg. After that, you took a wet paper towel to her face wiping off all the dried blood.

She sighed and leaned back, letting you clean and fix her up, her dark purple hair falling over the couch cushions.

“Thank you..” She murmured after you were almost done cleaning her up.