Lana slowly opened her eyes, half expecting to be in her happy place in perpetuity if the pain that was throbbing from her leg was any indication of how well she was doing. But instead, she found herself on a surplus army cot and wrapped up in clean and warm linens, her head resting on a soft feather down pillow even if the mattress was rather stiff. As her eyes fluttered open, she noticed, thankfully, she was wearing a hospital gown, her civilian clothes folded on a nightstand beside her.<br/><br/>On the other side of the bed were the various monitors displaying readouts and graphics on her vitals and other medical information. Beyond that, the room looked rather spartan and not like a hospital at all. It had lime green ceramic tiles, small basement style windows all shuttered over and a single drain in the middle of the floor, looking more like a prison bathroom then a hospital room.<br/><br/>She sighed in relief, noticing her friend Alexis and another woman she recognized step into the room. The other woman was wearing a Doctors smock and had a clipboard in her hand. “Hello Lana. How are you feeling?” the mysterious female Doctor asked.<br/><br/>“Good. My leg feels incredibly tender,” Lana replied.<br/><br/>The Doctor smiled and lifted up her blanket, checking on the puncture wound. “It’s healing nicely. I never put much stock in alternative therapies but you didn’t make a peep when I was cleaning and closing your wound,” she added.<br/><br/>“I was in my happy place,” Lana replied with a smirk, having meditated into a deep sleep through the painful ordeal as opposed to taking the painkillers. Her martial arts background offered her more then just fancy moves after all.<br/><br/>“Well, you can go back there,” the Doctor stated. “The icicle cut in clean and there’s little chance of infection but there is some tissue damage. You’ll want your muscle to heal up. For a normal athlete, I’d say a minimum of eight to twelve weeks, but I’ve found in my experience for people of your abilities... three to four weeks. Maybe half that, but I want you to check with me first,” the Doctor continued. “And if there’s any swelling or pus or redness, be sure to tell me okay.”<br/><br/>“Of course Doc,” Lana replied with a sigh. “Can I at least walk on it?”<br/><br/>“Should be find. Put on a pressure bandage when you’re walking though. And don’t stress your leg,” she added. “I don’t suppose you want some vicodin for the pain?”<br/><br/>“Nope,” Lana said, sliding slowly off of the bed.<br/><br/>“You can change in the adjoining room. Just give me your insurance card,” the Doctor then said, earning a quizzical glance from Lana when the Doctor just laughed and waved it off. “I’m joking. Wouldn’t be a very good secret Doctor to the superheroes if I charged credit cards and billed your insurance. Take it easy... both of you. You deserve it.”<br/>