Shawn walked at a steady pace, despite Doc Clements telling him to take things easy. Now was not the time for easy. Now was the time to start pushing little by little. His body ached, rightfully so, but he didn't mention a word of it to the good doctor. Shawn could move his arms around and walk just fine with a little extra effort into the fluidity of the motions. 

He was dressed in a light shirt and sweats, apparently having been changed out of his armor sometime after landing. He hoped that it was just the good doctor or someone relatively professional. He didn't want anyone who he considered personally important changing his clothes for him. Clements seemed to want to say something to Shawn because Clements left, but something pulled him away from Shawn and over to Chrys, his other resident. 

Turning a hall, he almost ran into an incoming Heidi. Standing up on his toes and strangely moving and twisting around her, he slowed down to a halt. His body burned from the quick movements, but the hiss he almost let out was only a quick breath to steel himself. "Heidi!" He said again, exerting a little more force to seem fine. "Just the person I wanted to see."

[hr]

Doctor Caldwell Clement was in an interesting situation. He had two young teens to care for with his mutation, but only one was feeling the full effects. Chrys was a rather textbook case in terms of mutations. It just sprang up one day. As the first mutant in his family, though, Chrys was interesting in that case. His condition was far worse than Shawn's, so Chrys was given more attention.

But Shawn's body refused the biotic healing. 

Slow and steady wins the race, even with mutant healing. Unlike a healing factor, Caldwell's biotic healing relied on the natural healing process of the body he was healing. If he were to work too fast, he could easily trim decades off a person's lifespan. He needed a careful mix of actual doctoring and his mutation to ensure he didn't harm the body while healing it. 

Chrys needed more work, and all of that work left the good doctor rather tired. He had talked to Shawn briefly, mentioning a concussion, but not telling him the full extent of his injuries. Thankfully, for the sake of Shawn's stress levels, Shawn didn't quite understand how much Caldwell could restore a person. A minor concussion wasn't world ending, but Calwell wasn't able to tell him anything else before Chrys was registered as awake. Caldwell rushed from Shawn to Chrys to continued his work.

"Good morning, Chrys." Caldwell greeted carefully. "That was quite a show you put on yesterday, from what I heard. Unfortunately, you wrecked your body pretty badly from pushing your mutation so hard." He looked around and to the ground, keeping a soft and level voice in the quiet med bay. "On the upside, I've been working as hard as I can to make sure that everything sets back in right, and that you'll be in functioning order by sunset."