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Damn. She could have used the telekinetic’s help. Other than that, Katrina didn’t give his leaving much thought. She had more important things to deal with. Almost as soon as Owen disconnected Andrea she began to struggle for air, even unconscious as she was. It was actually hard to watch. Though Owen suddenly unhooking the machines without a word of warning caught Katrina off guard – she had expected him to at least let her get set up and say she was ready – the healer quickly moved into action, walking quickly yet calmly to Andrea. There was a momentary internal debate. Did she devote part of her power to restraining the injured woman, or put it all towards healing? Eventually she decided on healing, stood behind Andrea and placed both hands to either side of the struggling woman’s head. Sam probably already knew holding her head wasn’t necessary for healing, but the reasoning for this and for Katrina asking for all of the machines to be removed would become clear quickly enough.

Katrina took on a blank look, her eyes unfocused and unseeing. For a few seconds nothing seemed to happen as Katrina used her powers to assess the damage and debate how to go about this. Where to even begin? The eyes were least life threatening, yet her experience with most people lead to her believe she wouldn’t want to live if she couldn’t see so she did that first. Next came the foot since she was equally sure she wouldn’t want to live if she couldn’t walk. The infection was cleared out and burnt nerves were repaired, causing her foot to spasm and twitch. Blackened skin was replaced with healthy skin as the wound closed on its own. She cleared the infection from her lungs and finally Andrea was able to breath with relative ease. That left the shoulder and the back and Katrina could already feel herself weakening. She decided to heal the back first, hoping with the body wrapped in a new layer of skin, it might be able to deal with the shoulder on its own if she couldn’t go on.

The back was where all nerves connected to the spine and the acid had damaged many of them. As Katrina repaired them Andrea spasmed uncontrollably, arms and legs flailing as the reattached and repaired nerves misfired. This was why she needed the equipment out of the way. Andrea would have been likely to rip anything attached to her out and cause more damage. It was also why she had chosen to hold her head. New skin stretched across her back and Katrina could feel blood dripping down her nose. Not now, she thought, but pressed onto the shoulder. She would never finish though. While she managed to repair most of the internal damage Katrina’s eyes rolled back and she collapsed to the floor before she could close the wound. Her eyes and ears had also started bleeding, but otherwise she seemed more or less fine. And Andrea, though still unconscious, was easily breathing on her own and seemed much better.

Andrea was the first to wake up. Healed and no longer receiving the anesthetic, it took roughly four hours for the remainders of the drug to leave her system. The world was met with groggy confusion when her eyes flickered open for the first time in several days. Eyes that searched the ceiling for many moments before it seemed to click. "I can see.” Her voice came out raspy, though the wonder and disbelief was still there. While the IV kept her hydrated, it still had been sometime since she had anything physically to drink leaving her throat dry. Excitement overruled any desire for water though and Andrea quickly sat up, hastily examining her own body. The only source of pain came from her shoulder, but it was minor compared to what she had just gone through. She’d have to find a mirror to look at back, but everything seemed fine. It was only after all of that, that she finally looked at the rest of her surroundings and saw a complete stranger sitting in her room. “You must be Sam.”

She grinned in a most un-Andrea like fashion when the man in the room confirmed that he was indeed Sam. After everything she had gone through, to wake up almost perfectly fine she was actually feeling quite giddy. That this man had spent unknown hours with her, yet she had to ask who he was was inexplicably funny to her, though she did recognize his voice as soon as he did speak. So much that even bringing up Owen only ruined her good mood a little. “Of course it is. Owen makes everything complicated.” Andrea complained with an eye roll, wondering what the problem could possibly be. She felt fine. Had recovered more than she had ever dreamed she would. They should give the healer a million dollars and be on their way. “He’s seriously hung up on some chick who resembles his ex-girlfriend?” She asked with no small amount of incredulity.

“Damn.” Andrea looked from the old team photo Sam had tossed to her to the picture on his phone. Alright maybe she could forgive Owen a little bit for being hung up on this chick. “That’s not natural. So what’s the theory? Some kind of shape shifter? Someone trying to mess with the Horsemen again?” She asked all at once, trying to get caught up on how much Sam and Owen had managed to dig up on this Alice doppelganger while she had been out. Obviously something was going on here so she expected them to have something.

There were a few seconds of silence after Sam finished speaking before Andrea said anything. “He. Didn’t. Want. To. Let. Her. Heal. Me.” She repeated slowly, all the earlier joy and giddiness suddenly evaporating. Bad enough that she had asked him to help her catch the Waxman and he had refused, telling her to solve it on her own. Bad enough that she had gotten captured and tortured trying to follow his no killing rule. Bad enough that every time she woke it was Sam in her room, a man she had never met until her rescue, and Owen was nowhere to be found. Bad enough that Sam alone did all of the work to find the healer in the first place. On top of all of that, he had actively tried to prevent her being healed. Andrea didn’t say another word, throwing her blankets aside, teeth clenched in hardly contained rage. She went to stand, but no amount of rage could keep her upright. After lying in bed dying for so long, sudden vertigo took her and her legs collapsed underneath her. Something that didn’t improve her mood at all. “Bring Owen up here now.”

Yelling wasn't exactly what Andrea had in mind, at least not from the outset, though that might change depending on how this conversation went. Her father had taught her a few lessons about acting without all of the information and lashing out in anger. Still the rage she felt now was unlike anything she had experienced in the past."Sam says you didn't want to let the healer heal me." She stated simply and coldly. His words did nothing to improve her mood. At best he had done nothing to ensure so work up. At worst he had actively tried to prevent it.

“So why didn’t you go get one with less strings if they are so plentiful? What took you so long to get this one?” Andrea returned. She didn’t actually know what day it was, or how much time had passed since running into the Waxman, but she had a general understanding that it had been a decent amount of time. The last time she had woken up, when they had put the respirator on her because she couldn’t breathe on her own anymore, she had been fairly certain that was the last time she would wake up.