Enough

“Okay, that's it,” Wendy shakes her head, climbing out of the solid block of ice in the portable tub, the ice simply moving out of her way as easily as the liquid it was a moment before, “I'm done. I'm obviously fine, and this treatment obviously isn't doing anything for me. So,” she pauses a moment trying to recall the exact phrase she was given, “‘I am refusing treatment’.”

The doctor stops, “Umm… are you sure? I mean, you're…”

“Again, obviously fine,” Wendy shakes her head as she gets dressed, “so what if my lips are blue? So what if your thermometer is having trouble getting a read on me? I'm conscious, I'm lucid, I'm speaking clearly, and I feel fine. But seriously, your hot bath turned into a block of ice on contact. That's clearly not doing much. So at this point… I'm going home. Good day.”

“But you're…” one of the nurses begins.

“Good! Day!” the cold woman interrupts, walking out. Nobody follows.

Shaking her head, Wendy considers as she stands out in the snow, “am I fine? I feel fine… now how am I going to get home? My car is back at… ugh.” She pauses, “I can probably bum a ride from Amber, I do have her number….”

As she's thinking, a strange vehicle pulls up: It's covered in metal armor, has six giant wheels, and a glass enclosed turret on top with two mounted guns. Half a dozen creatures that look like people with goats’ heads, dressed in winter military camouflage gear and carrying **** rifles pile out, a seventh taking up position inside the turret.

As they start running into the hospital lobby, one grabs Wendy, “You look like a photogenic hostage…” and drags her back into the hospital with them.

One of the goat-people screams, “We are the Ba-a-ad News Gang! Give us the morphine stocks or we start shooting!”

“Let go!” Wendy screams at the goat man holding her, ice running up from the hand he's using to his chest, then up his neck, and a clear substance laced with sky-blue veins wraps itself around his former hostage as air rushes towards her with the roar of a jet engine. The goat man screams as his arm shatters when Wendy pulls away.

Grabbing at thin air, the ice-encrusted woman throws what briefly looks like a piece of clear glass shot through with veins of some sky-blue material, but quickly whites over as it moves through the air. It impales another goat man, who freezes solid almost instantly.

That's enough resistance that the other four in the room turn their guns in the ice lady… but not in time. She forms a giant sword of the same material, swinging it effortlessly into and through them. The wounds do not bleed as the goats die, their bodies frozen solid, shattering as their severed parts hit the ground.

Wendy blinks a few times, then flees the scene, letting her weapons and armor drop… which evaporate almost immediately and form a dense fog in the room… which, for some reason, Wendy finds she can see in perfectly.

She stops at the armored vehicle, and decides to blame it for her bad day. There's another roar like a jet engine as Wendy stands at the center of a vortex of air, and once again she's dressed in transparent armor run through with sky blue veins… and she touches the vehicle, focusing. The armor plate she touches pulls in, warping the rest of the vehicle and snapping the touched plate in pieces, revealing the engine inside… which she also touches, and similarly wrecks. The creature in the turret catches on to what's happening, and tries to turn to her.

Fortunately, it's not really meant for shooting people, and Wendy is already super close, allowing her to easily avoid it. A little climbing, another touch, and the turret frosts over and shatters, the goat-headed creature inside trying a head-butt, which just gets his head frozen solid first. Releasing her armor and triggering another fog bank, Wendy walks to the bus stop, and waits. Two bucks for a daily pass and she's on her way back to work where she parked her car.

Along the way, Wendy uses her phone to take stock: Her previously blonde hair is now white, her lips are that shade of purple people get when they're too cold, her skin is pale as porcelain, oh, and her eyes changed color as well: They're a lighter blue now. “Oh. No wonder everyone was worried…” she whispers to herself as she examines her selfie, “...I lost nearly all of my pigmentation. At least my E cup bra still fits…” she shakes her head.

It doesn't take too long to get back to her workplace, where she climbs into her car, and heads home.