"She’s awake,” a voice announces. Above me, three people come into view. I sit up slowly, “Where am I?”

Misty smiles sadly, “In the hospital ward. You broke your ribs.”

“I  broke them?” I raise an eyebrow.

“Well…He did,” Misty nods her head at Pretty Boy. I chuckle, “I guess I lost huh?”

They share a look. Pretty Boy sighs, “No. As per our wager, you’re in the Elite group.”

“But that doesn’t mean I won. If I won, you’d be in my position. But all I did was stay standing for five minutes. Give or take. But whatever the case, who are you?” I look at a brown-haired man in a lab coat.

“I’m Dr. Sam,” he smiles brightly

I make a face. The dude’s too bright.

“Okay, then Dr. Sunshine.” I look at Pretty Boy’s hand, “What’s with that?”

“Breaking your ribs came at a price.” He rubs his bandage gingerly, “My knuckles and fingers shattered.”

“I told you,” I smile. “Very difficult person.”

He grins slightly, “Yeah.”

“Sorry?”

“Don’t be,” Dr. Sunshine states. “You are one of two people who could scar X.”

“Now I wouldn’t say scar.” Pretty Boy shoots a look at Dr. Sunshine. “But successfully injure, I’ll give you that much.”

I shrug, “I’ll take it. For now anyway.” I swing my legs to the side and stand up, “So. Where am I staying?”

“Here. For the next two days while you recover,” Misty informs me.

“I’m fine.”

“Do you have CIPA?” Dr. Sunshine asks.

“That’d explain a lot, “ Pretty Boy scoffs. I glare at him “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You literally put yourself in life-threatening situations and I’m guessing it’s because you can’t feel any pain.” He explains with a condescending smirk playing across his face. My eye twitches and I take a deep breath, “No.”

I look at Dr. Sunshine, “I can feel pain. I just have a very high tolerance to it. So a couple of bruised-”

“Broken,” Misty corrects me.

“Same difference - ribs don’t affect me like they would affect you. Now, where am I staying, and where are my things?”

“We would like to perform a health check first.” Dr. Sunshine explains when he sees the murderous look on my face, “It’s mandatory for all people who become part of this constellation. We need to know allergies, medical history, and present problems, so we can put you in a spot that best benefits the constellation.”

I just stand there and lock eyes with Dr. Sunshine, “No.”

“But-”

“No.”

“Sir?” He looks at Pretty Boy for help. Pretty Boy eyes me and says suddenly out loud to Misty, “What?!”

I raise my brow, “Telepathic communications. How fun.” I plop down on the hospital bed and wait.

Pretty Boy sighs and turns back to me, “Fine. No tests. But if something happens to you that we could’ve prevented, that’s on you.”

“Brrr,” I rub my arms. “How cold.” I roll my eyes and stand, “I can take care of myself. Been doing it for as long as I’ve been alive.”

“Which is how long exactly?” I glare at Dr. Sunshine. He withers under my gaze, “Sorry. I just need the basic information. Date of birth, age, weight, hair color, eye color, name, and blood type… I guess no blood type then.”

He hands me a tablet and I fill in the application. “Now am I done?”

“Yes, Ms. Harlowe.”

“Don’t call me that ever again.” I walk off and Dr. Sunshine calls after me, “Wait! Would you like to take PiL?.”

My eye twitches violently and I clench my hands so hard my knuckles turn white. I take a deep breath and say, my tone venomous and chilling, “No. It ruined my life.”