Lightning woke up in the morning. She was tired of sleeping. After collecting some towels, she got in the shower. When she dried herself off, she made her bed alone and then put on her makeup. She started talking to the mirror, telling it how she was ready for a new day without some person—probably her sister. No one really knows since it's ambiguous.
Anyway, she walked steady on her feet. When she talked, her voice obeyed her. Then some things happened, and before anyone was the wiser the sun went down. Lightning went out at night, then she slept without the lights. And she did a bunch of other things because she had to keep that ambiguous person off her mind. But just when she thought she'd be alright, she's always wrong because...
Her hands didn't want to start again. Her hands didn't want to understand. Her hands would just shake and try to break because they somehow became self-aware. Her hands would only agree to hold some ambiguous person's hands, and they didn't want to be without those hands.
Ooh, scandalous.
So anyway, freaked out by her possessed hands, Lightning went to the doctor. While she was there she kept talking about that ambiguous person. She went all day without crying after the procedure on her franken-hands, and she went out with her friends. Then she stayed home all alone so that she wouldn't see that ambiguous person everywhere. She couldn't say that person's name easily—probably because he or she had some weird, complicated foreign name. She'd laugh a bit louder without that person, maybe because she felt more comfortable without some stalker around.
She could see the different shades now, and she was almost never afraid. Cops aren't usually afraid, so why she could need to reaffirm this is beyond comprehension. She thought she would be okay after the hand surgery, but she was wrong. Her hands didn't want to start again. Her hands still couldn't seem to understand. More shaking and breaking, and after being denied peace again, Lightning went to the emergency room.
When the doctor came into the examination room, Lightning explained how her hands only wanted to hold some ambiguous person's hands. On her way to the ER, she crashed her car because she couldn't hold the steering wheel, she dropped her wallet because she couldn't hold her purse, and she lost little Timmy's dog because she couldn't hold the leash for just a minute. The doctor asked her for other symptoms, to which she replied that sometimes she would wake and see her hands reaching out to the ambiguous person, quietly breaking a shield. So it's quite possible this ambiguous person worked for the military. She spent so long building up the story that the doctor accused her of lying. But she insisted that she wasn't faking it and started crying. It was then she started babbling about some kind of baby, and the doctor gave her some medication for delirium.
But even when medicated, those hands just didn't want to understand. They started shaking and breaking even more than usual. Her hands...did some more stuff, and the doctor called in some surgeons. That's when Lightning's hands started grabbing at every other hands in the room. They just didn't want to be without another pair of hands, and they wouldn't let go for the world. They just would not let go. No, sir. They would not let anyone go. Her hands didn't want to start again, and they couldn't understand what was happening. They refused to sign the hospital's insurance policy because they didn't want to let go.
Eventually, Serah came along with a special friend who was dressed in a leather coat. Her special friend—several feet smaller than her—smacked Lightning with a mysterious stick. Lightning's hands stopped being so grabby long enough for the surgeons to work their magic.
After seven long hours of operating on Lightning's hands, the transplant was a success. Lightning was cured, and everyone was happy.
The end.