Gog, she is getting so sick of this place. Kanaya can't even remember the last time she's been uninjured. Though now instead of being on the run, she's constantly in the infirmary, fearing that other troll patients will end up seeing her blood.

Not that it probably really matters anymore. She was bleeding all over the place during that chaos. She's lucky she didn't get gutted, actually. She's sure that if she were to take all of her bandages and wraps off, it would look like she'd danced the masochism tango with Jack Noir himself. A blow had apparently fractured a rib at some point, as well -- it's a little surprising that nothing else seemed to have been broken.

The young mutant sighed and stared straight up at the ceiling from her position of being almost flat on her back. Her doppelganger was right. This place was more than a little unpleasant.