Sure, you got used to it. Cindy would rather lose her life then lose her arm. Or leg. Or anything. She just wasn't the kind of person who would want to live on without something important like that. Because if she lost a limb, she couldn't do what she did now.

And she loved her job. "Looks like it's my lucky day after all," Cindy laughed. "Not everyone gets the benefit of having a doctor help them out." She took one more step forward.

"So, calling a truce, then? No stabbing each other, front or back?"