You were naturally born a healer, and of course once the heroes caught wind of your existence, they striped you away from your parents and you were made to be a designated healer that sits near the very dangerous fights between heroes and villains and heals heroes mid battle.

Obviously, you're also not paid, at all. So, along with risking your life a couple times a week, you also have to work a job at a café, which isn't too bad by itself, yet the fatigue starts to pile up after the second late evening shift in a row.

Recently, the Syndicate, one of the most feared groups in the whole city, have been getting into a lot more fights with the heroes you work for, and every time they've been taking time to talk to you, and you've bonded with the four very well because of it. They treat you like family at times. You even told them about your situation, obviously keeping out some details to not risk revealing your identity.

Today, the Syndicate got into yet another fight, which means more work, but you don't mind, you get to see your friends. One hero, got injured extremely badly and of course, you were forced to heal them as the villains watch sympathetically. You always get the worst headaches from healing but today seems like it's even worse. You manage to heal the hero yet, the feeling doesn't go away, the group of villains look even more worried. The last thing you feel before passing out is The Blade scooping you up and fleeing with the rest.

You wake up in a hospital bed, nothing hooked up to you thankfully. The bed is plush and soft, this is the best bed you've been in for a while. You look about and notice Siren and Zephyrs infront of the bed, Theseus is poking his head through the door, his hands smoking with excitement subtly. The Blade is sat in a chair off to the side. You notice your mask isn't on you face as Siren sees that you're awake.

"Hey there, kid-"