Boltwing awoke to the sounds of screaming and panic. Bright light blinded her as her eyes cracked open and she attempted to sit up whilst voices shot back and forth across the room.

"What's going on? What's wrong with her?"

"I don't know, she's burning up! When did this start!?"

"She was fine literally a few seconds ago!"

Boltwing shook her head as her surroundings came into view. She was in a medical bay, lying atop a gurney.

"Boltwing's awake!" A voice from her right yelled over the commotion and she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Is she alright?" Her head turned to the other voice - Moody. He was stood over another guardian on the gurney opposite Boltwing, his Ghost scanning the Hunter clad in black that was violently shaking. She turned back to her right, grabbing the hand on her should that belonged to Galvanic.

"How are you feeling?" The Titan asked Boltwing worriedly, clearly trying to keep his calm.

"Like a bus hit me. What's going on?" She replied, turning back to the commotion across from her.

"You passed out after that bolt hit you back on Venus. We just got back to Bannerfall a few minutes ago and Stitch started having a fit or something." He explained. Boltwing saw Moody recoil and let out a yelp as he held up his hands. She could clearly see smoke rising from them.

"What the hell? Okay now she is literally burning up." He took a step back, thinking as quick as his mind would allow whille Stitch writhed in agony on the gurney. "We need to keep her still and that temperature can't be good. Nightingale, I need water. Galvanic, get over her and hold her. Drop an armour of light bubble or you'll probably lose your hands."

"On it!" Nightingale yelled, sprinting out of the room as it turned an eery shade of blue - Galvanics bubble. The Titan rushed to the other gurney, planting both his hands on Stitches shoulders. His gauntlets hissed at the heat that the Hunter giving out.

"Holy- what is that? How is that possible!?" He shrieked, struggling to keep his grip under the sudden rise in temperature.

"I don't know; it's not!" Moody replied frantically. He paused as his ghost flew to his ear imparting the results of the medical scan. Boltwing took a deep breath and swung her legs off the table. The sight she was greeted with was a ghastly one, her friend was spasming on the table, face contorted in agony as she screamed. The worst part was her skin. Normally a cool blue, it had deepened to a dull reddish-purple. Suddenly, the violent jerks of her body subsided and she fell flat, not even breathing as her skin started to return to its normal shade. The room fell quiet.

"... Is she -." Boltwing began but was interrupted by a shrill beeping from a scanner above Stitch.

"She's going into cardiac arrest!" Moody shouted, pushing Galvanic to the side and bringing his hands up.

"Where are the defibrillators?" Galvanic barked, going through the drawers on a nearby cabinet.

"They haven't been brought onboard yet, I told you these medical facilities haven't been set up properly!" The Warlock yelled back, shaking his head and looking at his hands. "Wait. This might work, it's not ideal but..." He flexed his fingers as small flecks of lightning coursed across his hand.

"You're not seriously considering that?!" The Titan questioned nervously.

"Unless you have any ideas on how to restart her heart? No? I didn't think so, now stand back!" Moody snapped in reply, rubbing his hands together out of habit while the electricity continued to crackle off and around them. He pressed his hands down above Stitches heart, her body jolting upwards in response. The Warlock interlaced his fingers and began chest compressions, muttering to himself while he worked. "This is not possible. This is not possible. This is not possible. Come on you idiot, don't do this to me. Never had a Guardian die on me, never will. Don't you turn me into a liar." He shifted position and shocked her again, this time she started gasping for air, clutching her chest and shaking. The Tired Warlock sat back catching his breath whilst Stitch slowly sat up, her breathing returning to normal over the course of a few seconds. "What. The hell. Was that!?" Moody exclaimed. "We're practically immortal, so I have no idea how your heart stopped and that's not even touching on the whole burning alive thing!" He watched the Hunter for a reply, who kept still for several seconds before giving one.

"... Too much spicy food?" She said weakly. This caused Moody to sigh.

"Good to see you've not changed then, jackass. You might want to pick the pace up, you've only taken the Michael once and you've been awake about 19 seconds. You're dropping the ball." Further conversation was interrupted as Nightingale charged through the door with bucket in hand, which he threw on Stitch.

"I got it!" He yelled, before realising the commotion had ended. "Uhhh... She's okay?" He continued warily as eyes turned to Stitch. Her mouth was slightly agape in shock as her eyes narrowed and she scowled at Nightingale.

"What. The. Hell." She hissed.

"He told me to do it!" Nightingale pointed to Moody.

"Yes, well." The Warlock tugged at his collar. "You were literally cooking the gurney." Stitch groaned and fell back onto said gurney.

"Tree buddies?" Nightingale said, offering a fistbump as an apology. Stitch sighed softly before meeting his fist with her own and replying:

"Tree buddies."

"So can anyone here tell me what's going on at all?" Boltwing finally spoke up.

"Temporal displacement effect echoing across my possible timelines." She replied flatly.

"I understood everything before temporal." Nightingale said, sounding slightly confused. This caused Stitch to sigh again.

"You're aware of the possibility of alternate timelines that run in conjunction to ours?" This was met with various levels of confirmation across the room. "Well I'm not going in to how, but something happened to another version of me and I experienced it. She's probably dead, felt like I got nuked or something." This caught Boltwings attention. "It's not the first time something like this has happened to me, but did you say my heart stopped? That's a new one. And more than a little worrying."

"Your heart stopping is the thing you find the most troublesome right now?" Moody asked in disbelief.

"Normally I'd just heal up fine, I probably would've died if It wasn't for you."

"How does something like this even happen?!" Nightingale questioned her.

"Overexposure to Vextech." She stated. Realising they weren't going to get anything else out of her, Nightingale and Galvanic left the room after another few rounds of questioning, followed closely by Moody after he ran some scans on her and Boltwing. After a few minutes of silence the blue Warlock spoke up.

"How did you know you what being nuked feels like?"

"I didn't, but I do now."

"What?"

"It's more like a feeling. I could just tell that's what happened rather than I specifically knew what's it's like being caught in a nuclear explosion."

"I've been having these weird dreams lately." Boltwing said, changing the subject. She felt a bit weird mentioning it, but there had been too many coincidences lately.

"Oh?"

"Thought nothing of it earlier, but it's been happening to frequently to just be dreams, I haven't done that in a long time anyway."

"Dream dreams or vision dreams?" Stitch asked, referring to Thanatonaut Warlocks.

"Vision dreams I think. The last one happened when I got hit by that energy in the Vex cave." She replied warily. "I was on a ship during a battle. There was a nuclear explosion, and you got caught up in it."

"Huh. We wondered why you weren't awake when we rezzed you."

"I'm sorry, that bolt killed me?!" She exclaimed.

"You've died tons of times!" Stitch replied. This caused Boltwing to lie back on her own gurney and cross her arms.

"That's not the point." She said sulkily. The two remained silent whilst Stitch mused over this information.

"You think it's worth following up on?"

"I do."

"Alright." Stitch conceded, letting out a sigh. "I'll go get my tools. Meet me in the hanger."

"But what about Moody?" He told us to stay in bed and rest up." Boltwing let this hang in the air for a second before bursting out laughing, she let the laugh slowly taper off as she noticed her friend only gave a light chuckle, thinking "That's weird." She had no further time to analyse her friend as the Hunter swung her legs off the gurney and stood up.

"Oh. And grab Thorn. We're gonna want that."