AN: All right, I went back and changed this chapter in bits, because I didn't like it very much. I just added some details. Nothing too major. Helping the flow and all that.

Slowly, Li came back to conciousness. She was greeted by Jean, who had been gently bandaging her head. The sensation of having a bandage wound around her scalp made her feel almost like she ought to laugh. However, it still hurt, and so she winced instead.

"I didn't mean to wake you. How do you feel?" Jean asked at once.

"I am very warm," Li told her, making an attempt to sit up, but taking her time. Jean helped her into a sitting position, and took her temperature.

"You're only fifty-two degrees!" Jean exclaimed. Li gave her an appraising look, and told her,

"My optimum temperature is thirty-two degrees." Li took Jean's stare in stride. The normal temperature for a human was ninety-eight point six degrees. However, Li was less than human.

"Oh. Well. . . How can we bring your temperature down?" Grateful for Jean's quick acceptance, Li replied,

"If you have ice, I require some." Jean nodded, unsure of what that meant.

"I will be back in a minute. Take it easy, though. They did a number on you." Li gave Jean a puzzled look as she left. Pulling up her shirt, Li tried to find the number Jean was talking about. With a sigh, Li placed a finger on her wrist and let the ice trace over her body to try and find a number on her body.

A cough made Li look up. She found herself staring into Kurt's yellow eyes. Instead of being surprised, Li merely gave him a curious look. His normally blue cheeks were closer to purple.

"Li. . ."

"Yes?" Li asked him, following his gaze downwards. He was staring at her belly.

"Where is your bellybutton?" Kurt pointed towards the middle of her white belly. Curious, Li made a face.

"My what?"

"Er. . . your bellybutton comes from when you were a baby. When you are in your mother's belly, you are connected to your mother by a cord. But when you are born, they cut the cord, and it falls off, leaving your bellybutton. See?"

To demonstrate, Kurt lifted up his shirt and showed her an indentation in his stomach. Li reached out and touched his "bellybutton." Kurt jerked away from her and let his shirt drop back into place. Startled, Li asked,

"Does it still hurt?"

"No, no! It just tickles." Before Li could ask how "tickles" felt, Jean reappeared with a bowl of ice.

"Here's the ice. Oh, hello Kurt."

"Guten Tag," Kurt replied, as Jean handed Li the bowl.

"Thank you," Li told her. She placed a hand on the bowl and absorbed the ice. The ice spread quickly inside her veins, and Li felt much better. Kurt and Jean were staring at her.

"I guess your talent has something to do with ice?" Jean questioned. With a nod, Li closed her eyes to do a small appraisal of her current needs. It helped her concentrate.

Her ice tracing told her that with some time, her legs would be back to normal. For the moment, she iced over all of her cuts lightly. That would keep them from leaking precious water. The ribs and arm she could not help for the moment. They had to be set, and she was not certain anyone here was licensed to help her with such a task. As for the bruising, and her cracked head, those would go fairly quickly.

"I need to set your arm," Jean told Li. "I haven't done this in a while, so-"

"Would you hold it down?" Li asked her, before Jean could dig herself further into a hole. Jean took hold of Li's wrist, and was startled when Li snapped her bone back into its proper place. The look on Kurt's face was very intriguing, and Li supposed he was not pleased by her actions.

"I think it will be fine now," Li told Jean. "My ribs can be re-aligned later. I can do that on my own."

"Oh. . . Are you sure you won't hurt yourself?" Jean asked, looking concerned. Mentally Li sighed, and prepared to do the setting herself. It had to be done, after all.

"I have done this many times before. I will be fine," Li assured a stunned Jean. Kurt blinked, and finally recovered his composure enough to ask,

"Shouldn't Jean help you? Just in case you get hurt. . ."

He trailed off as Li inserted a finger in her throat. There was an interesting crunching noise as Li used her talent to push her ribs back into place, and then to bind them there. Jean winced, but managed to ask,

"So, anyone hungry?"