Wanda had finally let the tears start falling when she realized no one knew she was here, and that she was in more pain than she should handle. She had slid her broken shoe off and her ankle had now swollen to almost twice it's size. She couldn't even look at it without it hurting. She was about ready to pass out from the pain when she heard footsteps running her direction. Carefully she turned around and saw Pyro. Great, my rescuer is the one that caused all this she thought angryly as she debated whether or not to just hex Pyro and suffer for the rest of the day.
"Wanda?" Pyro had reached her now.
"Um," she started wanting to tell him to scram, that she was fine.
"You're hurt," was all Pyro said as he knelt down next to her and looked at her ankle. "Did it make any kinda cracking noise when you fell?" He looked at her, into her eyes, his eyes filled with nothing but concern as Wanda blinked thinking it must be some kind of illusion or she was just seeing things. But when she looked again she realized she wasn't wrong, he really really cared about her.