<div class="floatleft">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/609779-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> Natasha Evans<br/><strong>Title:</strong> <del>Snow Angel</del> None yet<br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Neutral<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Teletrix<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>“Yes, the serum,” Natasha repeated with a said tone in her voice, lost in thought for a moment.<br/><br/>Her face grew grim for a few seconds, while she said, “I'm pretty sure that they injected me with the serum too, but my own memories are still a bit fuzzy. I haven't really noticed any new talents or gifts like you have. Maybe nothing happened and perhaps I'm immune to whatever they injected me with. For all I know they used a placebo on me, I really can't tell. My strength, agility or intelligence didn't improve, nor do I seem able to do something remarkable.”<br/><br/>Natasha shrugged, and said, “It doesn't really matter anyway. I'm glad that I'm still alive. I just hope to find a safe location for the night and then get out of the city tomorrow. They seem to have a firm control on Los Angeles and with all their patrols it's nothing less than suicide to stick around. I don't know, I don't really have a plan, I didn't think that far ahead.”<br/><br/>“It's a pleasure to meet you Katerina,” Natasha said, flashing the teenager a comforting smile, before she added, “Natasha will do. Doctor Evans sounds rather formal and somehow feels more right if I was still in the examination room of my practice.”<br/><br/>“Out here we're all survivors,” she sighed.<br/><br/>“Well, let's get you patched up. No use wishing for change, we're in the here and now, and we'll just have to make do with what we've got. We're still alive at least, that has to count for something.”<br/><br/>Natasha took her sunglasses off and put them away, after which she opened her backpack and withdrew a small flashlight.<br/><br/>“Please follow the light,” she said, as she shone the bright light in Katerina's eyes, watching how her pupils, albeit strained, followed the light.<br/><br/>“You have lovely eyes, I never saw such an unusual combination before,” Natasha complimented the teenager, with her usual professional voice.<br/><br/>Getting a wooden stick out, she said, “Say 'Aaa'.”<br/><br/>She waited for Katerina to follow her instructions, and then checked her mouth and whether or not she sustained any damage, however, all seemed to be fine.<br/><br/>“Although I realize that your migraine hurts you terrible, right now I want to see what I can do for your broken arm, check your right shoulder, and check the damage on your ribs. From what I'm guessing, Marcus wants the group to move as soon as you're able to walk without throwing up your lunch, so we better get you fixed up. I have some strong pain that will help suppress your pain, but first I need you in sober condition. I won't be able to give you any meds until I took care of your other problems,” Natasha said.<br/><br/>She touched Katerina's bare left arm, feeling with her fingers along the fracture. Images filled her mind, and she could see the fracture when she closed her eyes. Focusing on this image she also saw what needed to be done to repair it. In her mind she knitted the bone together, and surprisingly enough, she felt her energy leave her body through her fingertips. In her mind she saw the bone slowly knitting together and getting it back in the condition it was before the fracture.<br/><br/>When the bone was knitted completely in her mind, she felt physically drained. She fluttered her eyes open and felt how her fingertips tingled. It felt as if a low electric current had touched her fingers.<br/><br/>She exhaled her breath in short gasps, “W-what, w-was that?”<br/><br/>She looked Katerina in the eye, and asked, “D-did you feel anything? H-how is your arm?”