Jean sank back into her body, eyes opening slowly. "Oh, man. You're a miracle worker, Hank."
She reached out to reassure John, who had been fretting in the other room. "Why did you draw blood? It can't have been worse than a torn pelvic muscle."
She was embarrassed, more than anything else. She had all these powers that should have prevented what happened, but her mind had been so far gone that she hadn't thought to use any of them until Bruce had been replaced by one of the worst of his inner monsters. She hoped he was going to be okay when he came back.