Kori sat down on the couch and didn't move for a while.
The Med Wing jacket was still on her shoulders, the cuffs stained at the wrists. Her left palm throbbed under its bandage in a slow, steady rhythm that matched her pulse. The cut from catching Lay's blade had needed five stitches and a layer of synthetic skin to seal properly. She didn't accept when Osamu offered to heal her with Eon – he was exhausted enough, and it took her a bit until she got back on her feet again, with dizziness and other side effects the Eon healing usually had. She figured she'd heal faster with normal bandages, but even with the bandages holding everything in place, she could feel the wound complaining whenever she flexed her fingers. The shoulder, the hip, the shin - all of them were managed. The hand was the one she'd have to baby for a few days.
She looked at it.
She looked at it for a long time.
What in the world was that?
