Molly looked around the hospital room, noticing that the pain in her side had gone. The door opened and a male doctor dressed in a smart shirt and black trousers came into the room.

“Hello Molly, how are you feeling?”

“Much better. Thank you doctor,” She replied to the doctor smiling.

“We’ve given you some muscle relaxant through an injection into your abdomen,” The doctor began to explain. “Husks can experience some muscle spasm from time to time due to the severe temperature change when we defrost them. The risk of these spasms happening is common among new husk transfers but as you adapt to this new body the risk goes down. There is only a very small chance of this happening again,” Molly nodded in understanding, she thanked him politely before he left her. A nurse came in shortly after the doctor, who also did not introduce herself however this was commons, the nurse talked for a while with Molly while noting down her basic life signs. Molly was walking within half an hour, and an hour later she was walking down the hall to the teleport suit. The room was large and spotless with 6 teleport pods spaced apart in the centre, each had its own section of the room occupied by; a bed: a crash trolley: specialised medical equipment: and its’ own drugs cabinet. For Molly this room needed no introduction as it acted as an emergency room, and she had been here when her stallion had thrown her and had given her spinal injuries.

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Molly stepped into a teleport pod, thanking the staff one last time before it beamed her straight back to the stream beside Fern.