At his touch, the metal arm loosens just slightly, easing from bruising force to a still-firm grip. He may find breathing just a little easier, now, but the smoke didn't do either of them any favors.
Dr. Octavius has been silent while he recovers, apart from his own panting, wheezing and cough. First he's nearly strangled, then he's shot at, then in an explosion... this has not been a good night. At least he didn't get quite the dose of smoke Daredevil did, from climbing right into the cockpit. He nods in response, thinking only of their own getaway, but of course that goes unseen. "Need... somewhere to patch up..." His voice is rougher again, as it was after the stranglehold. "Must be a medical clinic I could break into..."
That may sound like a horrible thing to do, but he figures his options are limited, and he's bleeding.
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Dr. Octavius has been silent while he recovers, apart from his own panting, wheezing and cough. First he's nearly strangled, then he's shot at, then in an explosion... this has not been a good night. At least he didn't get quite the dose of smoke Daredevil did, from climbing right into the cockpit. He nods in response, thinking only of their own getaway, but of course that goes unseen. "Need... somewhere to patch up..." His voice is rougher again, as it was after the stranglehold. "Must be a medical clinic I could break into..."
That may sound like a horrible thing to do, but he figures his options are limited, and he's bleeding.