"It's okay, you don't have to remember everything. Don't get upset, what matters is now you're okay." Well, okay may not be the exact word for what Shu was. Movement was still a bit of a struggle and he was acting as though he'd just woken up from sleep. Yumi wasn't medically inclined but she knew that chances were the little boy had a concussion, but not entirely certain memory loss was an aspect of that. Hopefully it wasn't some kind of amnesia, that was the last thing they needed. Looking away from the Saiyan for a moment she glanced out the window, biting her lip uncertainly. Someone had done this to him, and that someone might still be out there. Her sense of vindictiveness was slowly returning now that the initial shock had died down, and the gears were starting to turn. Takeshi had mentioned before the general to be responsible, and even if directly he hadn't caused the injury to Shu he'd certainly had a hand in it. That was justification enough, she mused, to seek him out. Shifting her gaze back onto Shu she reached down, giving his nose a playful 'boop' before smiling gently. "We're going to finish things from here, okay? You got pretty banged up, so did Viral and Takeshi. So you're all going to relax and let us take care of things, all right?"

Vegeta was thrilled to be through with cauterizing, though now an entirely new issue faced them. The burns were now susceptible to infection and if irritated they'd reopen, meaning they needed to be healed now too. That was beyond him at the moment due to lack of any sort of supplies nearby. "I'll take care of those, don't worry. I just need to go find the others, they might have something to use. I'll be right back." Leaving Viral laying there bothered him, but they had to find something to soothe the wounds. Taking a last quick look to make certain there wasn't any bleeding any longer he turned and left the kitchen, hoping to find one of the aliens for help.

"You want me to eat...? How am I supposed to- Ack!" Takeshi let out a pained yelp as the last and final knife was torn out, flinching as a reaction before laying back again. At least he wasn't going to have to get any more removed now, and with the last bit of gel applied he may even begin to heal. Between the stress and pain food was for perhaps the first time ever the furthest thing from his mind. Besides, if his stomach was damaged then did he really want to eat anything? "I can eat once we're done. I won't die if I skip lunch..." he grumbled, still sulking a bit. Taking a peek down at himself he inspected the now covered wounds, his lips curling slightly as he tentatively lifted a hand and touched the skin around one of the wounds, wincing softly. Definitely still tender, if he was to get up now it'd only end badly. Being bed ridden was the last thing he wanted, but then again bleeding out wasn't exactly at the top of his list either. Takeshi shook his head, giving T'charrl an exasperated glance. "I've got nothing else. If you're done with me you might as well get going, if you can't help the others." He didn't mean to sound ungrateful, but there didn't seem much purpose to the prince being here if he wasn't providing aid. "Or, you can go talk to Shu, seeing as how he's your friend and all."

"Maybe he can come see Viral first?" Vegeta quipped, poking his head into the room. "I don't mean to intrude, but Viral could use some help, if you've got a second. I had to cauterize his wounds to stop the bleeding, but I've got nothing to deal with the burns. Think you can do something?"

Takeshi was a bit surprised that Vegeta came by, but also rather disappointed he had. Being faced with one of his friends the feeling of guilt returned, making him look away to try and hide his face in shame. "Can you do that T'charrl? Or at least try?" he asked hopefully. "Use some of the gel you gave me, it seems to work... I know Shu and I will really appreciate it if you give him a hand."