"Love you too."
It only takes her a minute or too, then her eyes shut and she drifts off peacefully, getting yet another full night's rest.
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The week passes fairly slowly, not much else to do other than watching frequencies and stealing time with Al. Shrake seems busy with another op in the making, and Arya and Winters are working together to help Katerina. The only interesting thing in the week is when a package areas from an air drop, something Em wasn't expecting but Arya seems eager to grab.
"It's for me, uh Kat," she explains, opening the container and grinning at the contents inside, "Katerina's knee is never going to properly work again. With the amount of damage she's done, she's just started walking and we need her in shape to do ops again. She'd never be able to run or jump or dive without this."
"And this is?" Em asked, following Arya into the medbay.
"A bionic structure I'm putting in her knee," she grinned, moving around Katerina who lay asleep on the table, "Top if the line too. It's the only way we can speed up her healing, otherwise she's done. Told that to the government and they chose to spend money on her than waste a great spy. Or something like that. Shrake did most of the talking. Anyways. it was supposed to come in this morning, so I've had Kat on anesthesia all morning. Time for surgery! Uh, you won't want to be here for this."
"Yeah no," Em grimaced, "Have fun with your science experiment Arya."
"Thanks," Arya laughed, closing and locking the door behind her.
It hadn't really been her choice to install a bionic piece into her knee, but as the doc explained it, it was either bionic piece or no more spying. At first Kat was tempted to throw in the towel, be done with the cartel and Bolivia. But it also meant losing Winters, and the chances of ever seeing him again would be slim. Plus, Katerina still had an itching to put a bullet in Narcos' head, and being able to move freely was needed for that. So she agreed.
When she woke a day later she could already feel the difference. Her knee no longer hurt, but it had been stiff and sore and it no longer was. It actually felt somewhat alien to her when she flexed it, like it was detached. After a few workings with it though she was able to stand up, swaying.
"Kevin," she smiled, seeing her favorite handsome face sleeping softly in the chair beside her bed, "Hey, Winters wake up. Look!"
Already she was moving around the room, still a little wobbly but more than she had in two weeks.
"Arya actually did it," she laughed, "That doc is fucking impressive. Ha, I can actually walk. No pain. See?"