Shu was generally pretty confused over everything, but he generally couldn’t be bothered to try and think about it when his head was feeling so cloudy; besides, he had fruit and even though he couldn’t move, it was hard to feel down about it. He had been hurt pretty bad before, so this was nothing new. He was really enjoying munching on something that was extremely soft, but it was a little sore to swallow sometimes. Letting out a sigh as he took in a deep breath, he looked to Yumi, giving her a little smile before looking rather confused at her questions, “Umm…what happened to me…?” he repeated, trying to suss it out for a moment, “I don’t remember…I woke up after going to bed…? Why are my friends here, anyway…? Weren’t we going to see Queen Your Majesty’s friend…? Did I try to fly again…?”

Viral didn’t know any way to make them happy other than to take the pain, they weren’t going to give up trying new things on him and to do that he had to just let them. If Vegeta thought it was best to cauterize his wounds then he would have to go with it, pain or no pain. Staring at Vegeta, his claws slowly scratching against the table before he let out a groan, shifting his head, “Don’t apologise…” he grumbled, trying to brace himself for the pain. He knew it would definitely be terrible, there were no other ways Vegeta could cauterize the wounds other than using his Ki. None of it could be worse than the pain he was feeling right now, it was inevitable.

Looking away and shutting his eyes, he held his ground until the burning pain finally arrived as Vegeta started up the treatment. The vicious burning pain ran up and down his body, concentrating directly where the wound was to mimic a searing flame destroying his flesh. He didn’t want to scream, but he did force his claws into the table, his legs finally showing signs of reaction as they kicked out. He couldn’t take it for any longer than a second; however, soon enough Vegeta finally brought it to a halt and left only a terrible burning pain forced its way onto his wound. Growling lowly with a pained expression on his face, he immediately looked to Vegeta when he asked up and gave the wound a look. Staring at him, he snarled as he pulled his claws right out of the table with a fair deal of force, “No it didn’t!” he snarled, his pained voice hardly hiding anything away, “Still the other side…right??”

T’charrl frowned a little, only really hoping that Takeshi would get some sense into Takeshi’s head. With the fact that he had nothing to do with what happened was just the peak of it, everything else just confused him. Moving towards the wound that was probably the worst one just to get it over with, he took hold of the knife in Takeshi’s stomach, keeping hold of it gently as he looked towards him, his other hand taking a fair share of goop. He wasn’t sure whether he was just blaming himself because he couldn’t blame nobody else, tilting his head slightly, “I may not know what it’s like to have a brother, but I still know what it’s like to have family”, he spoke calmly, “But I do know there are some things I can’t prevent happening to my family if I can’t be there to help. Were you sitting around watching it all happen? The way you tore up those guys showed you tried hard to protect them from further danger, you were also injured”.

T’charrl gave Takeshi a moment to recover from his last removal, letting him speak for a moment before he smiled at him a little, keeping the knife steady, “Well…don’t move”, he spoke calmly before removing the knife, immediately filling the gap with the goop and holding it in place until it all went in. It was a tricky wound to prevent bleeding, mainly because of how it was practically on internal organs; however, T’charrl continued to be confident and gave him a quick smile, “Excuse me? Who is the native here?” he spoke, shrugging a little, “I know the General and I know battle tactics and being with your friends really do help right now. He wouldn’t risk losing more men or himself by coming here at a moment like this. We’ll be able to get to him soon, okay? He needs to make plans, we need to make plans; we’ll be first to make the plans…that feeling better yet? Still a few more, but that was the worst one…”