Natalya and Polina rushed me to the car, their urgency matching the pounding in my chest.
The sterile white lights of the hospital corridor blurred past as Natalya and Polina rushed me to the operating room, their faces etched with worry. The doctors and nurses moved swiftly, preparing me for surgery to remove the bullet lodged in my back.
Natalya's grip on my hand was tight, her knuckles white, her eyes red and swollen from crying. She looked utterly broken, her usual fierce demeanor shattered by fear and guilt.
Once inside the operating theater, I used Absolute Hypnosis to freeze the doctors and nurses in place. With a deep breath, I activated my Healing Factor. The bullet pushed its way out of my flesh effortlessly, the wound knitting itself closed in seconds. I instructed the doctor to wrap bandages around my chest and back, covering the spots where the injuries had been.
