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In his bed Sinclaire laid gripping his right arm in particular as Gargoyle’s grasp had done its worst on his dominant hand, trembling he popped a jar of pills open and tossed a unassuming one in his mouth downing a glass of water. He knew there should be surging pain through his limbs that he should be unable to even move, but as his fingers grasped the cup he cursed. Cursed at his own powerlessness to see things done; while he had saved the day the sun still rose without him in the city and more would crime would go unanswered. [color=fff200]“Fu#$ing shit!”[/color] Following a crash against the wall as shards rained down to the tile below and Sinclaire pushing himself off the bed as he tried to fight his own current state, a mix of anger and frustration washed over him as his legs gave way beneath him. Perhaps Sinclaire Adams’ greatest fault was his own pride his need to never let himself feel useless, a waste of space that otherwise would have been any other human being if it weren’t for powers.

Over the intercom a Nurse began to page for Doctor Winters. “Dr. Winters, your presence is required at the front desk, Dr. Winters to the front desk.” Hanging up the phone, she turned to the man. “He’ll be right with you, Mrs. Patton already informed us you might be arriving.”

With a brisk pace Dr. Winters approached, as he signed off other documents and prescribed treatments. “Yes yes, what do you need Nurse?”

“Two visitors here to see you.” 

At the front desk, there stood two superhumans. The first was the bird-headed hero dubbed the Son of Osiris. A kitsune-like woman, who wore a costume far more colorful than Osiris’ Egyptian themed outfit, accompanied the man. The two heroes stuck out in the hospital like a sore thumb. The Son of Osiris was the first to approach Dr. Winters, while Firefox followed close behind.

“You two are clearly not injured, so is there anything I can help you with, I need to make my rounds soon.”

[i]We are here to see a certain Sinclair Adams. The good people over at S.P.A.R.K. mentioned during the news conference that he was in need of medical assistance,[/i] the Son of Osiris telepathically communicated with the doctor, although he did not even consider how the man would react to telepathy for the first time.

A bit of shock grasped the Doctor as he steadied himself. “I had a colleague who worked as the Espers personal Doctor, and he’d always mention how unnerving telepathy was. But dear god, I do think he underplayed it. Fine. S.P.A.R.K., yes, um Oh yes that’s right Mrs. Patton’s new program. I’ve been dealing with patients all day so her little project hasn’t really made its way into my lexicon. I won’t take offense to you offer for medical aid if you promise not to hold what you’ll see against him. This way.” Setting his clipboard down on the desk and sliding it over to one of the nurses  he lead Osiris and his female companion towards Sinclaire’s room.

Grasping the side of the bed frame Sinclaire began pulling himself off the floor as he heard a knock. “Now, it’s best I go first.”

Raising his voice he yelled at Eddie. [color=fff200]“Fu@# do you want, I’m fine just fine. I don’t need your help!”[/color]

[i]I thought this was the reason why you handed us your business card at the day when the Game Genie attacked the city,[/i] the Son of Osiris mentioned to the broken Hound Dog.

[color=fff200]“Fu@#ing telepaths! I’M Always handing out my cards I.”[/color]

“We’re the premiere team on this side of the country. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth,” Firefox interjected before the Son of Osiris could answer back. She could tell that his telepathy was not settling well with Hound Dog and thought they needed a different approach.

Stuttering for a second Hound Dog reconstructed himself. [color=fff200]“I, I’m sorry. Taught never to raise my voice in front of a Doll. I.”[/color] Hound Dog said as he reached for his comb and with shaken nerves dropped it between his fingers. [color=fff200]“I.. I just need a moment.”[/color]

Winters placed his hand on Osiris’s shoulder. “I’ve been his doctor ever since he came into this hospital, his condition has placed quite the toll on him. He’s normally well composed but in times like these.” He said leaning in closer. “He gets his temper from his mother, and he hates himself for it.”

His stuttering stopped he began to construct his sentences according to his persona he crafted. [color=fff200]“I. Sorry dollface, I let myself get too frosted. Never liked being cooped up. I’d like to apologize, offer my sincerest apologies. So what are youse all here for?”[/color] Hound Dog said managing to lift himself onto the bed.

“Apology accepted,” Firefox said while biting her lip. If he were not confined to a hospital bed, she would have given him an earful for calling her dollface. “Now, let Osiris proceed with what we came here to do.”

[color=fff200]“I don’t think I dig. What are youse all here to do exactly.”[/color] Hound Dog said, confused and with a pang of guilt for letting his act slip raising his voice and getting a rise out of his anger.

“Did Mrs. Patton not inform you yet, you didn’t watch the broadcast?”

[color=fff200]“Nah, forgot to tune in, had Happy Days on the tube, season ten episode fifteen. Got real into it and just let that slip by. Why?” [/color]

“Mrs. Patton was seeking out aid for your more critical injures. Didn’t let on how bad, just mentioned a broken arm is all. You should look that up she started up some hero program.”

Letting that sink in, the fact that Osiris came to heal him sank his spirits more. [color=fff200]“Geeze, and here I am being a wet rag, no even worse an ass. Look I am terribly sorry I acted that way, I don’t know how I’ll ever make that up to youse all.”[/color]

[i]Just promise to be more careful next time,[/i] the Son of Osiris suggested. [i]There may be a day where I am unavailable to heal such severe wounds.[/i]

The Son of Osiris then approached the medical bed and raised his ankh-topped staff above the bed-ridden Hound Dog.

[i]Don’t worry. This won’t hurt. Soon, [b]all[/b] of your injuries shall be a thing of the past.[/i] 

[color=fff200]“How much does that go back, could it heal all? A handy cure all, a grand panacea  couldn’t exist. Right?”[/color] Hound Dog questioned.

[i]I’m empowered by the god who holds power over life and death. It is [b]very[/b] possible.[/i]

Hound Dog slumping back let himself think. [i] Gods, what crazy bull have I gotten myself into. What are the chances I’d meet some crazy Clyde claiming his powers came from a god. It’s almost too impossible to imagine. Sometimes I think I’m the crazy one.[/i] 

Thinking on the possibility that he could walk again, without his powers if need be, he could feel pain and the weight of his steps, and at the same time negate his dream of walking by his own scientific mind. [color=fff200]“I don’t know how I feel about that. I’ve had a lot of time to focus on my education as a child and I worked hard so that one day I could work on a device to restore limb functions not just for myself but others. Devices based on my own powers, that would in theory jumpstart cellular regeneration. I studied electrostatics, theoretical physics and anatomy. I’m no super genius but I worked my ass off trying to create a theoretical device a breakthrough that would restore nerve connections through electrical stimulation.” [/color]

[i]While I have no desire to crush your dreams, please consider this. With that sort of injury, if your powers were ever nullified, you would be helpless in what might be an extremely dangerous situation. I won’t go against your wishes, but at least hear me out.[/i]

[color=fff200]“I wouldn’t actually use my powers. The whole theory I’m working on is I can replicate them with less output. As that much electricity would fry a normal human being. ”[/color] Hound Dog responded still uneasy but a part of him understands that without his powers he’d be paralyzed again, just like he was when he faced Gargoyle to an extent. If Gargoyle’s tech affected his powers directly instead of just nullifying attacks he’d be unable to even defend himself. [color=fff200]“But I dig that if my chassis were nullified I see your point. I am worried that my powers might harm myself again.”[/color] Hound Dog said as he rolled up his sleeve and revealed the arm under his hospital gown to be charred and damaged. [color=fff200]“You dig what I mean.”[/color]

[i]It is your choice to make. I will not hold it against you either way.[/i]

[color=fff200]“Other than looking like a hotdog that’s been in a broiler too long, I’m more worried that I’ll face off against more tech that Gargoyle had or those who made them. If the Hounds mass produce those even if they simply blocked attacks I’d be fucked. And I got the jets to see that possibility. So yeah. Go all the way.”[/color] He said a part of him felt guilt and another relieved that he’d at least no longer have to be worried about wheelchairs the next time something happens to his powers. 

When Hound Dog had finally given him the appropriate permission, the Son of Osiris channelled his magical powers through his staff and began healing the boy’s broken body. Slowly, Hound Dog’s body slowly began to regenerate. HIs wounds all but disappeared, even his broken spine, which had plagued him since childhood. In a matter of seconds, Hound Dog was as good as new.

However, since he had used his healing powers to cure two extreme injuries within a short amount of time, the Son of Osiris’ stamina was almost drained. He stumbled backwards. His feet could barely hold him. Firefox immediately jumped forward and gave him a shoulder to rest on.

“You need to rest, Osiris,” Firefox suggested to her teammate. She then turned to Hound Dog. “And [b]you[/b] need to make the most of this opportunity. One of our strongest assets against the Hounds is now sidelined to heal you and that Arthur guy. Don’t make his sacrifice be in vain.”

[color=fff200]“Oh I will. I’m cruisin’ for a bruisin’ and those Hounds are a great party favor to smash up. Just need a place to go, you wouldn’t know where I can find a bunch of them do you?”[/color]