The pilots didn't miss beat after being given the go ahead. They adjusted heading slightly, the hum of the rotors shifting pitch with the movement.
Don kept his eyes on the valley. The flames didn't spread far. Not as far as he'd expected. But the brightness… that heat, in the tunnels? It would've been catastrophic.
He wondered if he could've survived it in his current state. Probably not. Not cleanly, anyway.
His mind started wandering again. Not far. Just enough to make the trip harder.
The more comfortable he got with his powers—the reflexes, the strength, the way his body responded without question—the more his mind started asking things it wasn't ready to answer.
What happens if I can't win next time?
What happens if I get badly hurt?
What happens when I die again?
He shut his eyes and let the thoughts drift. Just for a second. Just long enough for the hospital to finally come into view.
St. James Superhuman Teaching Hospital wasn't subtle.
