Bramblepoint yesterworld

His question brought a look of worry and sorrow to her face. "I...hope so." She had always considered herself a pretty good medic, and had dedicated herself so completely to her work that she had few friends and had never even had a crush on anyone in her life. Normally she would have been confident in her skills and her ability to help someone recover from just about anything. But she hadn't been able to save Nightjar. And Wildfire was in such bad shape...

"What they did to her...it's awful," she said softly, shaking her head as thoughts of that kind of brutality darkened her thoughts. "They kept her imprisoned, starved her nearly to death. Beat her. Poisoned her. Broke her leg. We didn't even recognize her when she dragged herself home." The one thing that Wildfire had going for her was that she was a Redhawk, and if there was one thing that could be said about Redhawks, it was that they were some seriously stubborn asshats who didn't die easily. Wildfire had fought her way through her captivity and she was still fighting now.