A Whateley Universe Story
Bek D Corbin
Tyler was ruefully grateful that she woke up in an infirmary bed, and not a Red Silo cell. But the fact that she was strapped to the bed with ultra-strong restraints spoiled that gratitude. After a few minutes, a nurse came in and checked her out. Several minutes after that, a doctor came in to double-check the nurse’s findings, and okayed releasing Tyler from the restraints. “We weren’t sure what state of mind you’d be in when you woke up,” she explained. She gave Tyler some extra-strength aspirins, and some topical anesthetic cream for the bruising.
Then the doctor asked how Tyler had pulled the super-speed and flight and protection factor out of her ass. Tyler realized that her THX fugue was probably a big factor there, but she wasn’t very keen on having those fugues becoming common knowledge, so she deferred to the ‘I just DID it’ excuse.
"Okay,” the doctor said, taking it all down. “Now this IS a big breakthrough in your control of your super-strength, but we’ll want you to wear restraints, just in case. And we’ll need tests on your baseline un-charged strength and the running and the flight and the protection factor. AND, you’ll have to begin super-speed and flight retraining, so it looks like you’ll be here for your full six weeks.”
'A lab rat wants more tests,’ Tyler thought ruefully to herself. ‘Shock! Shock! Alert the Media!’