Lightning had a hell of a pair of lungs. Also issues, lots of issues. Crimson hesitated, looking back at the bag for a moment. Handy didn’t notice, distracted as he was by trying to unstopper the bottle of glorious, glorious pain relief. “Okay,” she said at last, trotting over to the door. Handy looked up at her for a moment as she left, then turned his attention back to the task at hand. His ministrations on trying to loosen the damnable lid of the bottle slowed as a thought dawned on him.