Max Irving
Max stared at Nina as she pushed him aside and went to work with skilled hands treating the Lieutenant's broken arm. She had come prepared with her own first aid kit and everything. She just walked up and took charge of the situation without even needing to be asked, confident that she knew what she was doing, and clearly she did. Max looked on slightly dumbfounded as she walked off. Very impressive.
"Thanks..." He managed to get out.
He watched as she walked right up to the next injured victim, the Russian girl, who was slowly crawling out of some rubble. <Katya, was that her name?> Nina seemed to instinctively know exactly what to do, as though she had some sort of supernatural intuition. A quick glance with the x-ray visor told him she had correctly identified the broken arm. Looking closer at Nina's face, he noticed her expressions as she treated Katya reflected Katya's pain, just for a moment. He hadn't pegged Nina as the empathetic type, but it seemed she in fact had a profound sense of empathy she simply chose not to show most of the time. Perhaps then she really was just trusting her instincts to treat these wounds? Amazing.
Finally noticing some singing in the background, Max turned to see Wade reattaching his arm. <Wait, what?!> He started to rush over, but then stopped as Wade screamed, watching dumbfounded as the severed arm just...healed itself. As Wade stabbed himself with several syringes and drew a lot of blood, Max ran thermal scans which indicated a lot of activity in the arm, unnaturally so, like some sort of rapidly growing cancer. It receded just as quickly as it had come as Wade stabbed himself again, injecting some serum. An x-ray scan showed that his bones were healing too, in his arm and his chest.
"What the fuck..." he muttered.
This man didn't just have an unstable mind, his body had some very unnatural biology as well. Unnaturally fast healing like this could come in handy though, unless with his unstable mind he decided to turn on us. <Best stay on his good side.> Just then, he started stabbing people with his blood-filled syringes! Max stood awestruck at first as Dylan's wounds healed instantly, then others followed suit with each stab. Wade came to him.
"Wade, wait, I don't--I really don't nee--Noo!" He was mostly fine, his wounds were little more than a bruise or a scratch here and there, but the real reason he didn't want the needle was just the thought of sharing his blood with this guy and his weird biology, or for that matter having another person's blood in his veins at all. But it was too late. At first, it felt good as the bruises immediately stopped hurting, but then his head started to hurt. In the background he could hear Deadpool explaining how the injection worked to everyone, something about his healing factor and tripping. The interior of the ship melted away into the inside of the Baxter family's small home. The scene replayed in his head when he first discovered the murder of his family. The house torn apart, Mr. and Mrs. Baxter's beaten and bloody bodies, Sam brutally tortured to death, and their unborn daughter...
Max screamed in agony. If he'd only trusted to hold her own back then instead of forcing her to stay out of it, the mafia would be dead already, and this wouldn't have happened. HE had killed her. HE killed them all. It was HIS fault.
In real life, all anyone saw or heard was Max's scream, followed by him collapsing to the floor, shaking and sobbing uncontrollably while clutching his head. He managed to choke out, barely audible, "Sam..."
In time his sobbing settled, but he continued writhing on the floor, and wouldn't be in his right mind for a little while.
