[@Wick]

[h2][b][i]"NO ONE touches my Fucking CAR!!!"[/i][/b][/h2] Kain awkwardly shoots up from his bed and yells at the woman with all his breath! His voice accentuating with the discomfort of his movements. He put up little fight against the elder nurses. Finding himself too frail to resist, they easily and quickly restrained him back down to the bed and continued the treatment.

Still he struggled, even if it was futile and pointless. 
He would find Sarah again, if only as a sign of disobedience to the older lady. Many things were discussed through that long cold night, Sarah's words had already laid a deep impact within his mind and resonated in his future thoughts.

She helped Kain consider things he hadn't before, he found new purpose and paths. 
He could safely admit that he didn't have the combat strength or abilities to rival his fellow meta's, but Sarah reminded him that his power was more then just strength. Kain had an aptitude for crafting and mechanical engineering, capable of doing things no production machinery could ever hope to. He was also no longer just some kid on the street with only the clothes on his back, Kain now had access to resources he couldn't even imagine yet...

This was how he would spend his recovery days, this was how he would bring himself to the level of others. It was a fine line between fear and respect, it was one Kain believed he had to find to bring things into order.

"[b]So where were you any way?"[/b] Kain shouts out to Wickid then gives a spluttering cough. 
[b]"I mean when rookies filled the streets, a bunch of kids fought some hellish creature while [i]normal[/i] humans lives hung in the balance."[/b]
He lets out a dry painful chuckle. His words an echo of Sarah's.
[b]"I mean serious, who does that?"[/b]