On the Mend (open to Xers and Justin)
There were healers at home.  More than a few had shown up when the Blackbird landed and medical staff pulled her off the aircraft.  In short order Tina had been stabilized though her injuries were even more grave than what her teammates had thought when they plucked her from the rubble in Georgia.  By the time an actual doctor got to look at her it was widely accepted that something miraculous had spared Tina Frost's life, though the doctor was able to confirm that what had actually happened was a freak surge in her control over her diamond form--her vital  organs had turned diamond inside of her.  She'd lost a lot of blood, but nothing major was damaged beyond repair and while healers could patch her up better than new there was discussion of letting some of the damage heal itself, mostly because her body was fighting the healers.

Frost's were stubborn bitches after all.

Admitted to a private hospital in the city, Tina rested comfortably in her own room.  She was irritated, though.  The news pissed her off and the fact that her pain medication made her sleepy was another annoyance.  She missed her boyfriend.  She was lonely for her friends.  There were still lots of hours open for visits, though, and she hoped someone would show up.

And that someone would call Justin, let him know she was okay and where the hell she was.