[center]Beep.[/center]

[color=f7941d]"Ungh."[/color]

[center]
Beep.

Beep.[/center]

[color=f7941d]"Huaahnnt?"[/color]

[center]Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.[/center]

Unconsciously it became clear to Might that the noise was that of a heart monitor, but the question remained. Why was he hearing a heart monitor? Wasn't he just passed out for a nap after saving What's-His-Name? Why was there a tube in his throat?

It was an almost comically fast opening of his eyes as the realization struck him. That wasn't just some short nap, he'd been carted off to the hospital. [i]'Oh god, please tell me I've only been out a few hours.'[/i] He sat bolt upright and searched the room with his eyes, looking for some kind of calendar. A shudder ran up his body when he found one. It had been more than a few hours.

That's an understatement.

He snapped his fingers when he remembered the man's name. [i]'Joheness Burgess.'[/i] Then immediately his mind focused at the problem at hand, he was a very recognizable face in a very unknown hospital. He had no idea where he was, and right now he probably owed thousands in medical bills. 

Thump thump. Went the man's heart when the pain of sitting upright finally caught up with him, those proximity burns were long healed up but painfully sore. Thin pink skin where once burns had been were aggravated by the sudden movement, as one's wounds are want to do when you move for the first time after being unconscious. 

The next few moments were frantic scrambling from his bed to find the nearest bathroom, unhooking all of the wires and tubes from his body as he pulled away from them. Just before reaching the bathroom he tore the tube from his throat in one incredibly and smooth tug. Moments afterwards he was on his knees by the toilet heaving his guts up, a sight the nurses were none to happy to walk in on as panicked as they were. 

When he had pulled away, he triggered the heart monitor to release that droning 'EEEEEEEEEEE!" indicative of a flatline. As he vomited he tried to apologize, only to be interrupted by another wave. Being fed through a tube never really sits well, on top of that was pain and confusion. It was no wonder he couldn't keep the liquid lunch down.

It was a few minutes, a cleanup, and a redressing later when Might finally was ready to actually accomplish anything today. Might, the mightiest hero of all was on a quest to. . .

Talk to the receptionist and see what his bill was.