My eyes opened to stare at a dull white ceiling. Music gently playing, almost greeting me and telling me to get up. I sighed. The day ahead of me didn't seem like something I was looking forward to. Slowly sitting up, I flipped the covers off my bed and brought my feet to the floor. I pushed myself off the bed and stood up. My legs felt weak and I almost fell. Regaining my balance, I looked down at the hospital gown I wore. My eyes trailed across my body until they landed on the IV that protruded from my right arm. I glanced around, making sure the daily nurse who came in wasn't there and took the IV out.

I hated it. The IV made it hard for me to move my arm. It only showed how broken I am. It made me feel weak, emotionally and mentally. The moment I took it out, the machine it was connected to started beeping. I winced and covered my ears. The sound made my ears hurt. I couldn't use my powers to fix it. That's part of the reason why I was here. Ever since the ban on supers had been lifted, I could've use them freely, without worry. But my brain couldn't handle it, especially since my parents were divorced. I had kept my powers a secret from them. Adding to their plate would only make them angry at me, especially my dad. My dad was the other reason for my attacks. I was afraid of what he would do to me if he found out that I was a freak. Already, he didn't speak to me and I knew he hated supers. Anyways, as I covered my ears, I wobbled my way to the door, only to be stopped by Marion, my nurse.

Don't get me wrong! Marion was a great person. She knew of my powers. In fact, the whole hospital did. But because I almost never used them in front of people, I was diagnosed with anxiety disorder. They said that due to my time with a divorced family and my low self esteem caused me not to use my powers when it was ok to. But that wasn't the half of it. Currently, Marion was scolding me for taking my IV out and attempting to get out of my room.

"Olivia, how many times have I got to tell you to leave the IV in?"

"A lot." Was my only reply. Marion shook her head and brought over the portable IV pole, reattaching the IV to my arm. In response, I glared at it and Marion in defiance. She only smiled and chuckled. She then helped me on my way to the hospital's eating area for breakfast. Little did I know that throughout the entire time, another patient was watching me with curiosity.

Buddy's POV

He was in thought ever since he had arrived at the hospital. Flashbacks from his days as a villain brought about no reaction from him. To be honest, he didn't know what to think about it. Granted, being a sidekick-turned-villain at its moments but, he could never have any of that back. Now that he was a former villain, people would look at him with fear and distaste. But all he wanted was to be noticed and loved. So, who was he now? Just Buddy Pine. Now, he was in the hospital from the plane crash that he almost died in. Buddy looked at his arm and leg, its metal appearance gleaming from the ceiling lights. He had been trying to properly use them but it was proving to be difficult. Suddenly, a beeping noise brought him out of his thoughts. At first, he thought it was him but as Buddy listened more closely, he discovered that the beeping sound was coming from the room across from him.

He looked out the glass door and saw a teenage girl covering her ears. Buddy continued to stare at the girl. Her hair was disheveled and her eyes seemed deprived of all life.

What happened to her? he thought.

"Good morning, Mr. Pine!" his nurse's cheery voice called out. Without taking his eyes off the girl, he asked her

"Hey, what's her story?" as he quickly jabbed his thumb towards the girl across the hall. His nurse looked at the girl, who still had her ears covered, and sighed.

"She's one of our regulars. Only this time, she's under observation for some time." she told him. Buddy raised an eyebrow in curiosity. Why was she a frequent patient? Better yet, who is she? The nurse noticed Buddy's expression and shook her head.

"If you would like to go meet her, you may. You are going to be her neighbor, you know." Buddy frowned. He had no desire to talk to anyone, let alone a kid. But something about the girl intrigued him. Buddy argued with himself. He was a former villain, someone who practically leveled the whole city, and yet, here he was. Part of the reason why he was here was to be rehabilitated and since there was nothing else he could do, he made up his mind. He swung his legs over the edge of his bed and the nurse helped him into the wheelchair that was beside his bed. As he looked out the window again, this time, the girl was with a nurse. The nurse seemed like she was scolding the girl and then Buddy noticed that she had taken her IV out. He smirked. The girl was rebellious, he gave her credit for that. After a few seconds, the girl was helped to walk with a IV pole out the door and toward the hospital's dining room. Immediately after they had left, Buddy was wheeled away down the same hall toward the same place as the mysterious girl was going.