Charlotte slowly fluttered her eyes open, and the first thing she saw was the white ceiling of the hospital room. The strong scent of medicine filled her nose, and she could hear the steady beeping of a heart monitor beside her.
She lay still for a moment, disoriented, before her hand moved—almost on its own—down to her stomach.
There was nothing.
No stitches. No bandages. Not even the slightest ache. Just smooth skin.
As a supernatural being, she healed faster than most. Surgeries like this barely left a trace. The doctors had used a special type of anesthesia that temporarily slowed her body's natural healing, just long enough to complete the procedure.
The concept was somewhat similar to Nightshade, but it was actually quite different. Ordinary anesthesia wouldn't cause wounds to melt or decay within seconds, it would only weaken their healing for a short time.
And now that the anesthesia had worn off, Charlotte's body had healed by its own.
