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[thirty eight] A few notes:

[Warden Filter]
My new inmate, Lord Thom, has requested to join the library staff--is this all right with you, Arthur and Chromie? I know that since Coyo vanished, you've been a little short-handed.

[Private to Martha and Claire together]
I'm about as ready as I'll ever be to see what we can do about my leg, so whenever both of you have time... let me know?

[Private to Cissie]
I may have spoiled your cat while you were in the infirmary.

[Private to Thom, added after she talked to Chromie]
It looks like you're cleared for the Library. Check in with Chromie when you get there--she wanted to meet you.

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[She raises an eyebrow.] Seriously? Back from the dead? That... definitely helps with any doubts.

[Martha smiled to both of them, and then she led them into the back surgery.]

Shall we?

[Claire followed, making smalltalk with Molly as she walked.] Stupid question, but does your leg hurt?

[While they made small talk, Martha washed her hands and pulled on gloves, then she looked to the syringe and the antiseptic wipes.]

[Molly gives Claire a wry little grin.] It's not a stupid question. Yes--it does hurt sometimes. Not all the time, but when I'm pushing myself? Yeah.

[She gently touches Molly arm and smiles warmly.] All the more reason we're doing this, then.

[Claire already has her sleeve pulled back for Martha.]

[Martha pulls on her gloves and then she swabs Claire's arm before finding a vein and removing a bit of blood.]

I guess it's my turn. [She moves to push back her own sleeve, then pauses.] Or... Would the leg be better?

[Shakes her head.] Doesn't matter where you inject it, it'll work.

Ready? [Martha asked the question quickly, and she swabbed Molly's arm with the pad before pressing the needle to it.]

[Molly makes a face--needles hurt!] Ow.

[Claire perked up and watched her blood at work, always amazed by it on other people. Within seconds, the regeneration would kick in. In less than minutes, Molly would have a new, shiny leg.]

[Martha pulled the needle after she injected the blood, and then she pressed a bit of gauze on it before she watched.]

[Molly starts to move her leg experimentally, and her eyes widen a little as the pain just... fails to happen.]

Um. Wow.

[Claire made a small noise of approval, sat up straighter, and beamed.] It's never backfired before, but keep me posted, of course.

Thank you, Claire. I mean it. [A pause.] Have you ever done this before on someone with magic?

[Brain wheels turning.]

I will--definitely. [She smiles.] Thanks, ladies.

Of course, it was nothing.

[Claire looked away as she contemplated Martha's question, her mouth silently ticking off people she had healed, helped, or somehow gotten her blood into here. Stephanie, House, Bourne, Nygma, Sylar...Aleera, Armand, Franklin, Spike, Severen.] Only non-human thing I've seen my blood affect was the vampires, but everyone else was human.

[Martha looked from Claire to Molly and then back.]

Do you think it would work with Sev's foot?

[Molly gives her a thoughtful look, then glances at Claire.] Well, if I'm any indicator... I'm magic, and it worked on me.

[Claire gave a wide-eyed look in return.] I...can't imagine why it wouldn't. [Frown.] What's wrong with his foot?

[Martha smiled to Molly, she had known of course, but she hadn't wanted to out her friend as it were.]

Tosh shot him in the foot. Right before he graduated.

[Molly gives her a wry grin.] Well, as the proud owner of a just-healed gunshot wound... I'd say it would probably work.

[Martha grinned and then she moved the scanner over Molly's leg.] It looks good.

But that was, like, forever ago...I don't think I knew about that one. Anyway, um, yeah, I'm more than willing to try if Severus is okay with it?

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