Just remembering the pain as the staff filtered her regular blood out to allow the new blood a chance to enter her body and circulate made her shudder. Simple injection my ass. Funny how she could remember the agony of the process but little else. She vaguely recalled a bright light, shining in her eyes. The sterile smell that only hospitals seemed to have. The murmur of voices, but not the words. Pain overshadowed everything else.
But other than that, she couldn't deny the results. Dr. Osgoode spoke the truth. She was stronger. Faster. And she could heal in a way she would term as miraculous, although discovering that ability was a shock. In her defense, she dared anyone to volunteer to let a stranger, even if he did wear a white coat, slash them with a knife. She'd snapped and called the orderly who dared to cut her a nasty name while holding him in a headlock and threatening to kill him until she noted the inch-long gash he'd given her had healed over in minutes.