"I don't know I suppose. A lot of what we've got on our planet isn't all natural though. Tons of chemicals and other things to make them work, and I've got to wonder if that's better or worse." It wasn't a miracle cure, but Vegeta was confident that what T'charrl was using would do the trick. How it paired up with medicine from Earth was a curious thought, and one that wasn't going to be tested for a while yet. Yumi's coming to join them meant an extra pair of hands to help, and carefully she and the Saiyan turned their friend over to continue his treatment. Having more people to support you was usually a good thing, but Viral hardly looked thrilled at the concept. Had he thought Yumi would leave or the Beastman wouldn't feel bad for sending her off Vegeta would ask her to step out. "I'm just saying a proper doctor can tell you if you're healing well, that's all." They might know a bit of medicine collectively, but someone who was actually practiced would be far more adept at dealing with Viral. Plus if his innards didn't heal properly on their own then surgery would be needed, and goodness knows none of them were going to touch that mess with a ten foot pole. "Of course... Even if you do heal then there's still the matter of Takeshi and Shu. I don't know what their wounds are but they might need a doctor." Not to mention the minor dilemma of the Beastman's PTSD, having yet to be addressed. For that they definitely needed a medical professional, as nothing any of them did worked out. 

Takeshi was having a fair fit right now as his emotions crashed down on him. It was hard, keeping yourself composed when your little brother was nearly paralyzed, and one of your very few friends nearly killed. It didn't help the matter either that he placed all of the blame on himself, even when in reality he was probably the reason they even were alive. It was much too difficult to see it that way right now, his judgment was clouded and really blaming himself was easier. "No... No I didn't hurt you... I mean I did, but... Dammit...!" It was hard to properly convey what he wanted to, struggling to think over Shu's pitiful state. Looking at his brother tearfully he ignored the pain all over his body as he leaned forward, painfully crawling off of the couch and over to Shu's side. His face was contorted in discomfort as he moved, his wounds feeling like they were ready to burst with each small adjustment. Finally getting there he knelt at the side of the couch, using his hand to wipe at more tears. "L-Look... Some men attacked us, they ambushed us... And trapped me, then hurt you and Viral..." he began, sniffling. "When I saw you two I lost it...I killed all of them because... Because I thought you might be dead and... And Viral was going to die..." Pouting his upper lip he could scarcely contain himself any longer, letting out a soft sob as he laid his head down, hiding his face against Shu's chest. "Everyone is g-going to hate me... And I'm going to be alone...!" It was a piss poor time to be pleading his own case, but there was a very real concern that he'd screwed up for the last time. 

"Please don't hate me Shu...! I'm sorry!" Takeshi lifted his head to look at his brother, wiping his face on his forearm. "I'll be better at protecting you... A-And I'll be nicer. Just please, please don't hate me." As much as he wanted to be accepted he knew full well if he wasn't there wouldn't be much he could do to change that. Should he be shunned then he didn't even know where he might go, other than Earth. Or perhaps back to the rebellion, he might as well be useful to somebody, even if it was just as a soldier. Just thinking about that wracked his body in fear, making him tremble at the idea of it. He didn't want anyone to hate him, certainly not Shu, but also the others. Yumi, Vegeta, Viral, the Kaesstrians. What if word got back to Earth that he was at fault? Then everyone would hate him there too, and he'd go back to being alone once more.