Mid March 1998

From what my Mom told me... It was a the day after I was found, I was unconscious as Doctors had been scrambling to understand what was going on with me since no one could understand what was going on. Like usual I was defying the odds, one minute they caught something life threatening hours later was a different story. My body was healing from the inside out... And people started thinking something was off, because I was healing much faster than normal people...

"Soldier we need you to observe a young teenaged girl who's currently in hospital." said Sinestra Schmid, "I know we normally send you to kill people but this one is different."

"How so?"

"According to the rumors she's healing as fast as you heal up. We need to find out if she's been enhanced. If she is we'll need to wait for her to grow up so what's in her can restore my current health status." Said Sinestra, "Disguise yourself as a Male nurse. Her name is Melanie Hansen."

He went to the hospital as he saw the girl sleeping as her Mother sat by her side. "Had she woken up yet?"

"No, not yet." said Carolyn, "since she was admitted here she hasn't woken up."

"I have to change her bandages, Mrs. Hansen. I promise she's in good hands, but since you're a former Nurse I could use a extra pair of hands."

"Alright."

He got clean bandages as he then got Carolyn to help him keep her steady and warm. What they saw astonished them, there was scars of torture, burn marks, healed bullet wounds and knife wounds... Most of these wounds looked older than others. Most of this work looked like the same methods that the KGB did that he observed.

"She wasn't like this when we last seen her." She sobbed, "What happened to my baby girl?"

The Soldier looked at her as he gave the woman a hug, "She's a fighter, I can see that. If she can survive what she went through then she can survive almost anything she puts her mind to."

"You've seen marks like that before?" She asked.

"On soldiers, and others." He replied as they went back to work.

"She's been through much worse things."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Imagine Steve Rogers when he was born, Melanie was fighting since the day she was born to survive, her twin sister didn't make it."

"So to you she's your little super soldier?"

She stopped to think, "I never stopped to think about it that way."

When I woke up in a hospital, I saw a Male Nurse checking my wounds... I observed him working around me. He was older than I maybe mid 20's or early 30's, he wore long sleeve cotton sweater under his scrub shirt and gloves. He looked to me and smiled. He looked out of place so I guessed he might be a student nurse, and his first day doing it solo. Me all I saw was nothing but bandages on my body as I was hurting all over.

"You ok kid?" he asked, finally noticing I was awake as I realized his voice even sounded familiar. His brown hair was tied back in a ponytail, as I looked at his blue eyes I felt I knew him but my mind was blank. He seemed to recognize me but he looked a bit puzzled too.

"I don't know... what happened to me? Where's my best friend my cousin Bernie? Bernadette Dawson is her name where is she?" I asked.

"I'm afraid none of us know kid, but the government wants to keep some of it quiet." said Mr Nurse.

"Well if that's the case then I get older I'm going to find out." I vowed.

"Hey relax don't get worked up, you'll open some of your wounds."

I felt pain all over, "what's my condition Dr?"

"Oh I'm not a Doctor."

"Oh ah Sorry I bet you get that a lot."

"No worries."

"I'm not going to lie to you kid," Said a real Doctor coming in, "you look like you survived a war, but you're healing faster than normal, whatever happened to you must have been so traumatic you lost your memory of everything that happened there. We should have you treated for PTSD."

"Post Traumatic Stress Disorder?"

"I'll let your family know you were conscious for a while." Promised Mr. Nurse.

"Meantime rest up Miss. Hansen."

"Thank you." I said as I fell asleep, but somehow I knew when I got my memory back maybe I'll finally get my answers.

When I woke up I saw him there again as he saw me, "Oh hello again."

"Hi..."

"How are you feeling?"

"I could say I've been through worse but I can't, bad thing is I have no memory of how I got myself into this condition." I began, as I saw my backpack beside him, "My backpack is near you can I have it please."

"Sure, what do you need?"

"There's a pencil bag and a sketchbook I'd like to have."

He looked at me as if I triggered something, "You draw?"

"Yeah, I'm ok at it I guess..."

"Here you go," he said as he gave me them and turned the light on, "I have another full time patient to check on, he's not doing well."

"Staff short?" I asked.

"Yeah people are overworked as usual here."

I never seen him again whoever he was but I did manage to draw him from memory as I surprised myself by discovering that my drawing had improved greatly as the portrait was like a photograph. I looked at it hard had I drawn a man like him before? I wasn't sure but all I knew it will reveal itself eventually to me.