moving day in NYC (aftermath)

Noriko was lying curled in the fetal position just inside the door when Remy came home. No matter how much whatever she had broken hurt--and it hurt--staying outside when she couldn't run if need be was just stupid. So despite the searing pain in her ribs, several of which were likely cracked, and the stomach-turning echo in her right leg she'd wormed her way through the door to the apartment and cried for her phone to voice-dial her boyfriend.

She was going to need a hospital no matter how much she hated them. Bruises they could deal with, cuts could be glued together or bandaged, but broken bones needed a doctor. It still didn't really process in her head that all of the injuries she'd now sustained were just because she'd been open about being a mutant, because she thought things had quieted down enough to not hide in plain sight. Apparently she'd been wrong.