There was the loud sound of a machine running, and the skin around my injuries felt wrong.

 It started to burn; I whimpered loudly. 

There was blurred talking and steps approaching me. 

My eyes were too heavy to lift, but Pietro's scent filled my senses. I could feel as he started to stroke my head, trying to take my mind off the pain.

 I felt my skin seal and the machine was turned off, silence filled the air as I relaxed my body. I chuffed and opened my eyes as I smelt food.

 A small Korean woman was standing by a control panel giving me a small smile and Bruce was beside her analyzing some calculations on a screen.

 Pietro was beside me with a bowl of sliced chicken that looked cooked. He picked up a piece and held it out to me.

 I grabbed it and placed it on my paws. 

After I ate it, this process repeated until there was no food left in the bowl. 

He placed some water on the floor beside my mattress and I stood, slightly surprised at the lack of pain that flowed throughout my body. I lapped at the water 

"A mild side effect of the machine is dehydration, so she will be thirsty," the Korean woman commented.

Bruce looked up, "Thanks for the heads up Dr. Cho,".

Pietro rubbed his hand along my back, when the bowl was empty, he poured multiple water bottles into it and I started lapping that too.

 "She seems to have gained weight," Bruce announced before adding, "I'm going to need to weigh her later,".

Pietro nodded in agreement, I felt heavier. Pietro started to scratch my side.

I rolled over onto my back. My tail started to wag happily as he started to scratch all over my torso. 

Bruce chuckled a bit, I could hear some steps coming down the hallway.

 As they neared the door I heard some laughter, I looked and saw the same group that was at the runway. 

"She looks better, happier," I recognized the voice as Wanda. 

Pietro nodded, "She has put on weight, she is getting healthier. Of course she is happy,".

"How tall is she? She looks huge," a man with a goatee asked. 

 Bruce looked up at him, past his holograms, "I'm going to measure her in a bit, but that's not her full height. The weight loss causes her to hunch over,".

"When should she be a healthy weight?" the redhead asked. 

Bruce shrugged, "It may be weeks, months even, it depends on how fast her stomach expands to fit more food and how fast her body is able to digest and utilize the food. We have her staying on the mattress sleeping as much as possible to conserve energy,".

The group seemed satisfied and the one who shot me asked, "Could you tell us how much she weighs?"

 Bruce looked up, "I can do that now,".

 The redhead nodded, "Let's just get this over with,".