"God, my hands are finally healed!"
At the hospital, after having her casts removed and receiving the doctor's diagnosis that the fractures had fully healed, Skye excitedly raised both hands in the corridor and shouted with delight.
"Congratulations, Skye." Claire Temple, an intern nurse she got along with fairly well, offered her congratulations from beside her.
"Congratulations, Skye. That means my work is done too." Natalie Rushman, the young woman hired as a temporary private caregiver, was also happy for Skye.
As a professional killjoy, Henry naturally had to pour cold water on her excitement and make the girl calm down. "Skye, that's wonderful. Now that your hands have recovered, you can go back to school and take your final exams."
The girl's face fell. She stared at Henry with an incredulous look while he wore that polished business smile nobody could bring themselves to hate. "You're serious?"
"Of course. Otherwise, why would I agree to bring you in for a checkup after just over four weeks instead of waiting the usual six weeks for a casted fracture before letting the doctor examine it?"
Perhaps the Inhumans' abilities had also strengthened Skye's constitution. In terms of self-healing, her fractured arms and palms had probably fully recovered at the beginning of the third week.
Henry had originally planned to keep the girl's hands immobilized for the full six weeks. But the Black Widow he had accidentally hired to care for her was far too much of a nuisance. He had to send her away sooner rather than later.
With that Russian broad watching him, Henry couldn't do anything. He could only sneak out occasionally, and not too obviously or too often. The Symbiote incident and the matter of The Lizard had both been delayed. Curt Connors's situation in particular had completely