Candy smiled to herself, looking down. "I hate doctors and hospitals. When I woke up from the coma, I made sure I got out as soon as I could. And I had my old roommate fix me up after the torture thing." Josie had healed the wound to her arm, helped her loose teeth, straightened her broken nose and jaw, and fixed all her fingers. "You know," she murmured, "I think I've broken my nose three times since I've been here? I was so normal a few years ago."
She chuckled and took his glasses before trying them on herself, nosewrinkling as the world went swimmy. "Well, she's better than a doctor, probably?"