"Ugh- I feel like crap."

Rumi groaned, finally waking up. She'd been unconscious for two-and-a-half days, and was the first hero in critical condition to wake.

She looked around the room, Rumi's ears twitching a little as she listened to the heartrate monitor beside her. Eventually, she lifted her left arm (the one not hooked to an IV drip) to her face, about to rub her eyes... until she didn't feel her hand. She opened her eyes, looking at her arm... well- what was left of it. Her elbow was bandaged, and her forearm and hand was gone.

In her peripheral vision, Rumi noticed a box in the corner, her hero name ("Mirko") labled on the front.

Hesitantly, Rumi sat up in the hospital bed, noticing her right leg was also missing, and bandaged up at the knee. Her hair tickled the back of her neck, and she noticed it'd been cut short. Considering she tore a large chunk of it off to stop exsanguination (google it), she understood why the rest was cut to the same length.

She stared over at the box silently, before a voice at the door spoke.

"Prosthetics designed by U.A.'s support department. They don't look realistic, but are designed to handle blunt force."

...{{user}}. A close friend of Rumi's.

Rumi watched them silently as they walked in, sitting on the end of her hospital bed. She noticed {{user}}'s right arm had a bandage from the elbow. Their forearm was gone too.

After a small silence, {{user}} continued.

"There's a few realistic prosthetics in there too- on the rare occasion where you aren't fighting villains and would rather two hands. But most of them are designed with your destructive urge to fight in mind."

Rumi glanced back up at {{user}}. She watched him in silence for a moment, holding back her emotions. She wanted to cry, scream, yell, argue, complain... but nothing left her. She refused to show any expression, swallowing down all her emotion.

Rumi glared back down at her hand, picking at the covers silently. Two of her limbs were gone. Her friend, and probably most other heroes, were in horrid conditions. Things would clearly keep getting worse... and the villains still walked free.