Kijani was huddling on the stairs, gasping for breath through her tears and clutching her side. The pain was flaring up again. It was as fresh as the day of the original wound... She shook, trying to get the horrible scent of antiseptic and bleach and chemical out of her nose. It wouldn't go away, the lab wouldn't go away. This is what she feared the most. The more time she spent with her powers, the more she had to deal with this...