Wanda took her to the hospital. There was a gash on her shin, and she was still unconscious. Wanda could feel the panic in her chest and the tears stinging at her eyes. Natasha's phone started to ring. She was getting a call from Tony. Wanda ignored it until she found a doctor to take care of Tasha. She settled herself in one of the hard plastic chairs and picked up.
"Tony now's not a good time."
"Doesn't matter. We need her."
Wanda stammered and her voice wavered, heavy with tears, "T-Tasha can't- she.."
"She what?"
"S-She got stabbed.."
He sighed, "I should send Barton... I'll send Barton.."
"I- um- o-okay.."
"I- uh- try not to freak out. It's not like this hasn't happened before..."
"K-Kinda hard not to.."
"It's okay. Okay?"
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. Don't freak out."
"O-Okay.."
She hung up, her breath shaky.
After what seemed like ages, but was probably just a few minutes, a doctor finally came and told her that Natasha might need surgery.
"-Yeah, it seems like your sister's in pretty bad shape and-"
"O-Oh um, she- she's not my sister."
"Oh, sorry, then, er, what's your relationship to the patient?"
"She's, um, she's my girlfriend."
He nodded, "Okay, I'm sorry, she's in pretty bad shape, we did some tests, and depending on the bacteria cultures, and whatever was on that knife, our labs haven't determined it yet..."
"Yes?"
He sighed heavily, "We- we might not be able to help her."
