Up in the infirmary...

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It was a very long time spent stitching, blood seeping through her fingers and her stitches. Still, they're here in space and Dr Mid-Nite has been stablized. He's not only been stablized but he's been worked on in many different ways with all of the super science and magic. He's been asleep since they got here. Bette has been sitting here watching over him, worried.

She's been reassured by any number of people but until he wakes up she'll be all but convinced that she's managed to screw something up. Maybe he'll be blind and mute.

"Oh God."

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The goggles slide on, and he once again curses his reliance on them.

"Come here, Bette," he rasps, sitting up straight. "Let me look."

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"You should be resting, not doctoring."

Still, she's standing there, not leaving, not worring if she's given him her name and she's forgotten or it he's looked it up some where. She's been so focused on him that the rest of it hasn't dawned on her.

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"Doctoring can be therapeutic," he counters.

He notices his arms are bandaged up as well. Nail-wounds. It'll take some time to recover the steadiness of his hands, but he's optimistic

Almost always optimistic.

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"You're hurt."

Looking down, her hands curl up into fists. Some of the feeling of intrusion, of violation comes back at having been cut open. Her breathing shifts as she tries not to sniffle.

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"So were you. Let's try and help each other through it," he offers, softly.

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"I..."

Flamebird looks down at him, "Later? I know there will be people... Here for you.... They'll be happy to know you're well."

And with that, she takes a step away, followed by another almost jerkily.

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He can see it in her eyes. The violation that this tormentor inflicted on her. He's seen it before on so many of the people he's tried to help in his time. He's seen it in Dinah's eyes.

He swallows away some of the rasp in his voice.

"You will be happy again, Bette. Do not give him power over you."

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"I.... Yeah."

The blonde swallows hard, "I just need some time. Some... Some..."

Shaking her head, she turns and darts out of the room. She'll have to apologize later. For now, she's darting toward Jesse's room. It's the only place up here she feels comfortable.