Viral was pretty concerned with how his future might pan out if the treatment did work, his mind unable to settle on a simple answer like it’ll be ‘normal’ for him to go through it after treatment. He wasn’t normal to begin with so recovery would probably be different, especially given his condition. He wanted to know what he was in for and had to try to get some idea to see if it would all be worth it in the end. Feeling fairly concerned that he might not feel better by the end of it he frowned upon hearing Vegeta, not sure whether it was going to be something he’d be happier going through instead of this. Looking to his arms briefly he certainly didn’t like the sound of that kind of weakness, finding that imagining it proved to be a lot worse than hearing about it. That sounded like a nightmare; unable to do the most simple tasks, having to worry even more about moving around and being completely crippled by a debilitating weakness. It felt like it was going to be endless suffering and who says the King was going to hold off a few weeks for his recovery. Nothing was going his way, his hope dwindling completely.

Raising his hand up to slowly rub his head he grumbled to himself, keeping his head low as he just tried to ease the pain at this point. He wasn’t having a particularly good time at anything at this point, everything feeling pretty against him. “I don’t care about the planet. I just wanted to know your plans for when we’re there…” he mumbled, not particularly caring for his location at this point. Watching Vegeta move up from his desk and around to his research, staring at it as he decided to give him a little word about his abilities. Frowning, Viral didn’t feel interested enough in knowing something like that. He already knew how to bring it forward, feeling that what he was being told was just an attempt to make him feel better. “Great…thanks. I feel better now. I can…do that again…” he muttered, giving Yumi a look as she dismissed any further concern and started to head on out again.

He didn’t care about what he could and might be able to do right now when he had a whole bunch of other concerns on his mind, feeling it was irrelevant mentioning something like that. He was supposed to be receiving some sort of good news, he was due something and that was a pretty poor attempt to cheer him up. Sighing it off he looked back a little, his eyes soon turning to Yumi, looking to the bottle of medicine when she decided to give him it instead. That was probably a bad idea on her part, but he wasn’t going to question it so long as he didn’t actually think to abuse the medicine. He wanted to be able to sleep the rest of the way to the planet and forget everything, something the pills might be able to help with finally. “You should learn to speak before making any decisions. Of course they won’t mind if they don’t know…”he groaned, feeling pretty fed up already, “It’d probably be the same way I have to take every other medicine I get given: one with food, maybe without food if I’m not going to do anything. I don’t care so long as they work! Medicine all the time…treatment all the time…it’s just not going to end so I don’t care anymore. How do you think I should take them…”