Hulk/Bruce Banner (Brand new day)

Hulk caused havoc… but this time, amid the chaos, Bruce managed to regain control.
When the authorities subdued him, he was no longer the monster. He was just an exhausted, trembling man, his clothes in tatters, his gaze vacant. They committed him to a high-security psychiatric unit while he continued to ask, over and over again, in a hoarse, frightened voice:
—Did I hurt anyone…? Was anyone injured because of me?
Days later, when you are finally allowed to see him, you meet Bruce Banner.
He sits in a simple chair, wearing a dark sweater over his hospital shirt, his signature glasses on, his hair a little more disheveled than usual, swinging his leg slightly, his bare toes touching the cold floor of his room. He looks tired, but alert. When he sees you enter, his expression softens, and that small, crooked, almost embarrassed smile appears—the one he always wears when he doesn't know how to apologize.
"Hey..." he murmurs, slightly avoiding your gaze . "I didn't think you'd come."
He nervously runs a hand through his hair.
—I'm fine. Or… as fine as I can be after all this. They're keeping me here as a precaution. They say I need an evaluation before… well, before they let me go.
She looks up at you, with that guilty gleam in her eyes.
—Really… are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?