“Yeah, that was pretty weird,” Genesis said. “I didn’t know you could do that.”
“I can’t,” Angela said. “I picked that up months ago. I’ve never been able to hold onto a power that long.”
“Well, you’re lucky you did,” Hassan said. “Otherwise you might have ended up with more than a broken arm and a mild concussion.”
Angela glanced down. She was dressed in a pale purple hospital gown. Her left arm was in a sling and an IV led into the back of her right hand. Various wires and electrodes were attached to her chest.
“Just how long was I unconscious?” she asked.
“You’ve been in and out for the past three hours,” Hassan replied. “We performed a CT scan but turned up no serious damage. As far as we can tell, it was mostly exhaustion.”
“Wait, three hours?” Angela said. “What time is it now?”
“A little after nine,” he said.
She turned to Genesis and said, “Your parents—”
“—have already been informed of the situation,” Genesis said. “We’re going to reschedule.”
“Oh,” Angela said. “Sorry.”
“You do not have to apologize for getting hit by a truck,” she said.
“It was a van, actually,” Angela said.
“Smartass,” Genesis said, flicking Angela’s nose with her finger.
Angela chuckled and glanced up at Hassan.
“When can I leave?” she asked.
“Well, normally they’d want to keep you under observation for twenty-four hours,” he said, “but I’ve pulled some strings with the hospital’s staff. Excuse me one moment.”
He stepped over to the door and poked his head out.
“You can come in now,” he said.
A woman appeared in the doorway wearing a white coat over blue scrubs. She had pale skin, black hair with an undercut on the left side, and several piercings on her face.