Kai slept for over a day.
While his consciousness had shut off, his mutant body hadn't rested in the slightest. It worked tirelessly behind the scenes, straining to stitch muscle, regenerate nerves, and flush out whatever lingering damage had been left behind from the hell he'd been dragged through.
He hadn't eaten nearly enough. He was low on blood. His energy reserves were basically non-existent. But mutant abilities didn't abide by the laws of physics, and somehow, his body kept pushing.
Burnt skin had started to peel off in reddish flakes, revealing fresh, tender flesh beneath. Scabs tightened and flaked away. The bruising that had covered most of his torso and ribs had faded to a dull yellow. His limbs were still heavy, his back still sore, but compared to the agony he'd endured under Nyx's hands, he felt…
Great.
Groggy, sore, and half-dead - but great.
