When Snow mentioned going to the hospital, April opened her eyes - which had been screwed up tightly in purse-lipped concentration as she poured every ounce of her meager healing powers into trying to close the wound - and released the breathe she had been holding. "I t-t-t-t-tried that" she answered. "Every time they f-f-f-f-completed the stitching, the w-w-w-wound opened again and broke it."
At the mention of finding someone to fix her problem, April mentally kicked herself. "I almost forgot! I've been doing some rrrrrrrrrresearch. Truing to find anyone with p-p-p-p-p-p-magic strong enough to reconnect me. I h-h-haven't found anyone yet, but I did find a spell on my l-l-l-laptop that works as a short term fix." With a wince, April climbed unsteadily to her feet, groaning a little as pain shot right across every inch of her body, and slowly limped across the room and out into the hallway, using the counters and wall to support her as she went.