Don't worry, Jonathan, the market became oversaturated with the stuff reeeal quick.

Cathy finally stands herself, and it's with the motion bending her abdomen that she stops and lifts her shirt to eye the bandages around her stomach. She presses around where she thinks those wounds should be, only to frown when she feels no pain. "That's weird..."

Despite the blood on the wraps, she peels them away, and sure enough, her skin is hardly even scarred.

It's... It's like it never happened...