“Shh,” was the urging from the cape at the door. The two were Goalpost and Fireaxe. Fireaxe couldn’t even use his power in the hospital without setting off alarms, which was dumb. It was Goalpost who was shushing instead of the nurses now.

“Type, type type type—”

Candy typed.

It took fifteen minutes. The code made her head spin, and she was providing Lookout the hands to write it. The boxes of dense code were arranged like spokes on a gear, and Lookout kept having her use the trackball to rotate that gear around, to add something to one block or fill in another block.

“Okay,” Lookout paused. “Hit the print button.”

“Print?”

“Had to be something.”

Candy hit the button.

Red light crackled and flared at Lookout’s hand, and she removed the bandages that were already being pushed away and strained by the emerging growth.

“Yes!”

“Shush!” a nurse barked, looking in. But then she stopped.

It was all growing back, the wound seeming to travel to the extremities, with Lookout gritting her teeth in a weird smile as it happened.

Darlene sat up, moving the blankets that covered her. Her leg was growing back now.

“We did it. They did it,” Lookout said, bouncing. Her most intact hand gripped the most injured one until the last of the regrowth finished.

Then, like it was finally okay to do, she let out a long sigh with a superphysical shudder of relief that shook her entire body.

Darlene stood, wobbly at first. She approached Chicken Little, and she moved his mask, gingerly. Then she burst into tears. Good tears.

The nurses rushed into the room, to examine their patients, and edged a teary-eyed Darlene out of the way.

If looks could kill, a hard glare through wet eyes, over wet cheeks.

“Be good, Darlene.”

Darlene gave her a look that could kill.

“They’re helping him.”

Darlene relaxed, and with that relaxation, broke down again. She rushed to Lookout’s bedside, and she hugged her friend.

“We have more work to do?” Candy asked. After such a hollow, hurt feeling sitting in her upper chest for so long tonight, she felt buoyant.

“No. That’s everyone, and I don’t think that weapon will work again, not without a lot of rejiggering. Hopefully that protects everyone.”

Everyone.

Candy had an ominous feeling, but was too tired to put it to words.

“Flor,” Darlene put it to word before Candy was done.

Candy scrambled out of the bed so fast she almost knocked the laptop to the ground. Darlene followed.

Flor was in the hospital room two doors down, but getting there wasn’t easy. There weren’t any shouts, no noises of alarm, just… a lot of the capes from Antares’s mom’s team, two security officers, and several nurses.

“Let me through. Let me through!” Candy shouted. “You guys don’t—”