[An angry Maxine would grit words at her through the fog of pain, would dive at the bat, would fight back. If Maxine was angry right now, she would want nothing more than to stop the person who had tried to take her down, who had used a clinic as a trap.
Now, Maxine knows that she can't help anyone unless she stays alive. So she lurches up against a world that's pitching drunkenly as a ship on stormy seas, stumbling for the door, arm screaming pain and splinted tight to her side.]
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Now, Maxine knows that she can't help anyone unless she stays alive. So she lurches up against a world that's pitching drunkenly as a ship on stormy seas, stumbling for the door, arm screaming pain and splinted tight to her side.]