“Do not move too quickly, Mister Vin'Akali.” Kai’mos said as he helped him up. Though as soon as Kevej was vertical his head started spinning again. “The antibiotics are still working their way through your system, so you may experience mild disorientation for the next few hours.” If he didn't feel like he was about to throw up he might have nodded. Kai ran another scanner across Kevej, focusing on the worst affected parts. Kevej fancied he could feel it tingling as it went over, but that wouldn't make sense. “And from what I can see, all healing agents are doing precisely what they are supposed to do.” [color=violet]"Thank you again, Doctor. I already feel better."[/color] Kevej said, room still swirling. Kev inched his body across the gurney so that his feet touched the ground, sliding off so the bed still bore most of his weight. This was fairly difficult when you've only got on arm, but he managed it. He looked back to Kai to see him approaching with... A walking stick?!? “So, whenever you are ready to stand, sir, I would recommend that you utilise this to keep yourself steady until at least a few days from today. You also need to keep pressure off of your forearm, so no heavy lifting of any kind. Do I make myself clear?” [color=violet]"Doctor's orders, yes?"[/color] he sighed in place of waiting for a confirmation. [color=violet]"If you say so."[/color] Kevej reached out and accepted it, listening as Kai detailed it's various features. Kevej probably would have made a joke about old men, but it seemed out of place given how much worse his fate could have been. How bad fate was in place of another... "It's alright, Kev. It's not your fault, and you know that. There's not a whole lot you can do in those situations, and there's no use in dwelling on what could have been or what you might've done differently. Just try to get back on your feet as soon as possible, okay? Oh and heads up: don't be alarmed if you see a pink ithlo and a robot running around." [color=violet]"Okay, Captain. I'll be sure to say hi, and get their dietary requirements. Do androids have diets?"[/color] he mused to himself. He brought his good arm to a salute before the captain left, dropping his cane in the process. Whoops.