Doom POV
The place was a hive of activity.
Storm and Tempest were both on their phones on and off for over an hour, being updated and making new plans. Uncle Simon and Grandpa Savage were both here now, having arrived by helicopter ten minutes ago. Storm had gone into the office with them, while Tempest sat beside me; if she had legs, I think she would be pacing the floor, both worried about Tracey, who was still in surgery.
According to a nurse who came by to check on me, it wasn't bad; it missed all major arteries in the arm and didn't go deep enough to reach the arm. The throw had been weak; if the man had used full strength, it would have been a different story. The reason for the delay was her job; she needs full mobility in her arms to continue, so they are doing the best repair j
