Ana's smile grew brighter by two watts. "The shoot was a couple years ago. Actually, it was my debut roll, 'A Tale of Light and Fire.' It was only a secondary part, but I like to think I played it well regardless." 

Crossing the room towards Dreadlock, Ana set the medical bag on the bedside table and opened it. Looking curiously over the teenager next to the bed, she nevertheless removed gauze and some vials of medicine, checking the labels carefully. She then deftly and silently worked at treating Dreadlock's burns, applying the burn ointment and wrapping the wounds with the gauze. While she was working, she noticed that her patient wasn't even twitching at her touch.

With slightly shaking fingers, Grace removed a pen light from the bag without thinking about the impropriety of what she was doing. She was no doctor, but it looked like this woman hadn't been seen yet. Carefully lifting her eyelid with one finger, Ana shined the light at the hero's eye, checking the result against the pictures of several medical textbooks in her mind. Next she felt for a pulse, checked the hero's temperature against her own (always strictly 95 degrees), and finally tested Dreadlock's knee reaction, all without disturbing either her or her high-school matron. Calmly, she replaced everything in the bag, pushed herself back from the bed, and released her hold on her emotions.

Then she started to cry.

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