The ones tending to her urged her to relax, and that they would pass the message along and everything would be taken care of. Unfortunately, all they could do was worry about one thing at a time. For now, it was getting to safety.<br/><br/>—————<br/><br/>Several days after the rescue operation, Melissa would find herself resting peacefully in a bustling medical unit. Mutants of many different varieties and powers took care of those hospitalized by injuries, disease, or other ailments.<br/><br/>One of the mutants took notice that Melissa was awake, walking over to her and began assessing how she was. “You’re in the eastern plains sanctuary for mutants...and other strange entities.” She mused. “You’re safe. We have the strongest defenses and mercenaries protecting us.”<br/><br/>After her assessment, the woman smiled and nodded as if she was happy with the woman’s healing outcome. “You’re free to roam around camp, do as you please, but be careful. I don’t want to have to see you back in here.” She insisted.