Shu was alright where he is, even if he was resting in solid confusion. He didn’t really know what was going on and could only guess that he hurt his head pretty badly, otherwise it wouldn’t be so sore and he wouldn’t be the centre of attention in Yumi’s eyes. He felt a little guilty for not knowing, but it was definitely something that he wasn’t under his control right now. Frowning a little when Yumi told him what happened, he let out a sigh as he looked away for a second, just trying to give his thought process a moment before eating the rest of the fruit. He had hurt his head, he recognised that much, but forgetting everything just made him a little scared. Finishing off the fruit, he stared up at Yumi a little curious to what she had to say, “Umm…remember doing…?” he questioned her, letting out a sigh, “Umm…I remember…going to bed. Umm, I can’t remember much else…it’s so cloudy. My head is a little sore…”

There was so much pain involved; Viral really didn’t know if he was supposed to scream right now or just give up trying to survive. As his paw slowly moved towards his wound, his chest continuing to sear with pain, he knew he had to turn over still to get the other wound and to stop his blood from seeping out of his body. Looking to Vegeta as he approached him, he let him turn him over only to groan when he tore his shirt open, “Might as well…never wear a shirt…” he muttered before preparing himself to be burned alive by Vegeta. Shutting his eyes, he could only feel the intense surge of pain run through his body. He was already feeling the agony on the other side, now it was just completely running through his entire body. Clawing the table hard, he pulled his legs up a little as he tried to contain a scream before Vegeta finally finished. Feeling oddly exhausted, his claws remained in the table as Vegeta made a quick survey of his work. Feeling too pained to talk, he slowly moved his head before he let out a mild groan, “…N-No…none…” he spoke before shaking a little, “Now…the burns??”

T’charrl shook his head a little, “I even fell for a trap by them, but I don’t like to call myself an idiot. Maybe your friends would feel like idiots for falling for it too, though”. Takeshi was just forcing the blame onto himself, something that was probably not the best idea coming down to it all. It was just creating pointless negativity for him; it would probably make his friends annoyed too. Smiling a little when Takeshi made less noise than he thought he might, he nodded a little as he moved over towards the last knife, giving it a curious look before taking hold of it, “Well, if you are hidden in a house…the General still can’t see how many there are left of your group and it’d just create a nasty ambush”, he nodded, taking up some of the green goop, “You should eat after I get this knife out too. Even though your stomach got damaged, would much rather you’d be strong with plenty of energy to spare”. Letting no real pause through, he immediately pulled the knife straight out and filled the wound, smiling a little as he pulled away and took hold of a little cloth from a pouch, “There! I’m all done…unless you got something else wrong with you? I don’t know if I can do much for your friend or brother…”