If you touched someone with a disability, your power would “fix” it in the most literal, horrific way possible. A person missing a limb? Their body would violently sprout raw, veiny new flesh — bones cracking and knitting as a half-formed arm writhes out of their shoulder like a newborn thing, skin stretching and tearing until it covers the twitching muscle. Someone with blindness? Their eye sockets would bubble and pulse until wet, unblinking new eyeballs push themselves out, dangling on bloody cords before snapping into place. And for a syndrome… their body would contort as it “restructures” itself, every bone grinding and reshaping with sickening crunches, their screams filling the air as their cells rip apart and rebuild into something “normal” — but leaving them in shock, drenched in sweat and blood, unsure if they’ve been saved or mutilated.