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Mon-El	Seventeen-year-old Jack Langer, a troubled teen mutant, had picked a fight with the wrong person on the streets of Bushwick. And to make matters worse, he'd somehow managed to bring out the worst in his opponent, what with the way his own pride wouldn't allow him to back down when he really should have.     As a result, he's still in a Lower East Side hospital, stable but comatose. It's been about three weeks, and he hasn't shown any signs of waking. Currently, his parents are having that dreaded conversation with the doctors--the one about whether they should keep holding onto hope, or give up and pull the plug...
Kit Killovarras	It's not hard to track someone down when they can't move, especially when you know their name. Getting into a hospital without people realizing you're there? That's a bit more difficult, but Kit has had a lifetime to learn how to not be seen. No magic necessary, just skill and the right cloths. Heightened senses help as well, allowing him to skirt around people with relative ease. People would probably be self-conscious about their own footsteps if they realized just how obviously they move, or how loud they are without trying to be. It doesn't take long for Kit to find the door to Jack's room, but he doesn't enter right away, nor does he approach it. He can hear the people inside, he can hear their conversation and while it's not usually his thing to eavesdrop, sometimes being a ghost demands you hear things you shouldn't.
Mon-El	Kit won't have a hard time blending in, after all most everyday people don't look twice at others who aren't any of their business. So as long as he doesn't do anything conspicuous no one is the wiser. He can hear the conversation inside the room as he stands outside the door.     "...multiple trauma points, if he does wake up I'd be amazed if he hasn't suffered permanent nerve damage."     There's a sigh. "We'll..need some time to process this. Thank you, Dr. Brown."     Footsteps toward the door, and it opens, the group filing out. Mrs. Langer is leaning against her husband lightly, tears in her eyes. The door swings shut behind them, presuming Kit momentarily moves out of the way to avoid notice.
Kit Killovarras	Going unseen is Kit's forte, so when the family come out, he's nowhere near their direct path. Depending on where the Doctor winds up will also determine whether the aardwolf goes into the room, or waits and continues to listen. If the room ends up empty save for Jack, he'll enter and immediately scan the room, finding any possible avenues of escape if they're needed, before approaching the bed. If the doctor remains? He'll stick around, maybe find a vending machine nearby or what have you, trying to listen to find out as much information as he can. Normally he has to actively try to ignore his surroundings, but right now? Well, at least he can put his mutation to good use.
Mon-El	When Kit enters the room, he might be surprised to find that the window is open--it definitely hadn't been before. And, there is someone else in here besides Jack. It's the young man who had appeared at the end of the fight in Bushwick. The reason Kit didn't see, smell, or hear him before was because he hadn't been there. He'd entered in the moments between the doctor and parents leaving and Kit coming in.     The both of them become aware of each others' presence at the same time, and at first Lar's expression hardens. "You," he begins. "I should turn you over to the police." But for whatever reason, he makes no move to do such a thing, instead standing there staring at him.
Kit Killovarras	"For what, breaking up a fight?" the Aardwolf murmurs, just barely loud enough to be heard as he approaches Jack's bed. "What would you rather I do, let him be the one to put someone else in this bed?" All the while he's moving, he tries to locate the patients chart. If he can find it, he'll give it a read, trying to get an idea for what all is wrong, though he could probably guess where the worst of the damage is. Laceration to the ribs is an obvious one, his blades would have made certain of it when his shields had dropped. Possible spinal damage, cranial damage. He isn't a doctor, he hasn't studied medicine, but he knows enough to know that you can't be slammed against concrete without these things happening.
Mon-El	"Broke up a fight, only to start another one?" Lar says, answering the question with a question of his own. It's the reason he himself often hesitates to get involved in things, only this time, he ended up regretting it.     He folds his arms. "So what are you doing then? Here to finish the job?" he questions. He takes a vial of some kind of silvery-colored mixture. "Well I'm not going to let you do that, so you'd better get away from here before things get ugly."     The charts aren't in the room, but from the monitors he can tell that there is minimal brain activity, and Jack's heart rate is just barely enough to be considered alive, the machine beeping slowly and steadily.
Kit Killovarras	To a person with heightened senses, the growl that the Aardwolf tries to keep in his chest when that question is asked would be audible, but when he speaks he somehow keeps it out of his words. "Let me guess.. You're the type of person who sees a monster and assumes the worst." he doesn't back away from the bed, he takes his time to study Jack, trying to guess where the worst of his injuries lie. "I never wanted to fight him.. I don't like hurting people." his voice is getting quieter, but it's still enough to be heard, especially at this range. There is a moment where the equipment in the room skip and flicker, matched in time with a quiet crackling of energy from Kit as a wave of violet energy suddenly rushes over him, wreathing his entire body in something that no amount of science or logic could even begin to explain. "I may have been born a monster, but I refuse to be evil, no matter what you or the rest of the world may think." scents, sounds, even visual queues are present as to what is happening to Kit's body. There's a quiet popping of joints and the softer popping of skin suddenly opening up, though he's ready for it this time. His body underneath his clothing is bound in bandaging, so he wont bleed all over the place if this goes wrong. What little of his skin is visible, such as his lips or pawpads are starting to pale and his body is starting to tremble a little; he's spiking a fever and quickly. Whatever the energy that's spilling off him, it's leaving the scent of ozone in the air. It's faint, but it's there, along with a dozen other smells that can't rightfully be explained. Whether the other individual can sense it or not, he doesn't know and doesn't care, but there's life in the purple light that is spilling off of him. He's pulling as much as his body will allow from as many different dimensions as he possibly can for the sake of whatever he's about to try to do.
Mon-El	That odd display of power might have caused Lar to attack, thinking it was meant to finish Jack off, but with those words, he isn't so sure. He moves over to the IV bag hanging on a stand near the bed and empties the contents of the vial he had with him into it, the silver particles swirling about and quickly getting pulled into the IV line.     But even as he's doing so, he can tell that whatever Kit's doing, it's causing damage to -himself-. With his enhanced vision, he can see the havoc it's wreaking on Kit's already damaged body. His eyes widen. "Wait, what are you doing?!"
Kit Killovarras	Kit simply doesn't respond, he's not focused on speaking. Kit reaches down, placing his paws on Jack's body and the moment his pawpads connect, one to his chest and one to his head, that energy rushes through him, through his hands and into Jack's body. The aardwolf, after all, can mend anything, though typically that ability requires his claws to touch what he's trying to fix directly. To mend internal organs, he would have to literally put his hands into someones body cavity, but what if he pours everything into that ability with a singular purpose? What if, instead of 'painting' a wound with the energy he uses to mend, he floods an injury with that same energy? Kit doesn't fully understand the limits of his power beyond the limits of what his body will allow physically, but after experiencing what he's capable of, he knows enough to understand that sometimes he can push quite a bit further past what he's normally capable of. It requires a singular need, a thought driven by desperation and at the moment, there is only one thought in the creatures mind. 'Heal.'
Mon-El	The energy flows into Jack, and so do a series of 31st century nanobots designed to repair and reconstruct tissue, either internal or external. Amazingly, the two efforts work in concert with each other, the tiny machines absorbing some of the energy that can't quite get to the injury sites from the outside and carrying it right to the source as well as driving them to work even faster.     Within a matter of minutes, the patient's brain activity starts rising, slowly but steady going back to normal levels, and the beeping on the heart monitor quickens. When all is said and done, it was just as if Jack were taking a nap, instead of being in a coma.
Kit Killovarras	After a few moments, Kit removes his paws, stepping back and by now, he's visibly unsteady, though he still manages to stay on his feet somehow. "Hopefully you learn from this shit, Jack..." he murmurs to himself, then gives a little sigh, trying to steady himself for a moment before he turns and starts for the door, waving a paw over one shoulder to the other man in the room. "Next time you see a monster, think twice before you judge.." he says, the faintest hint of a chuckle in the words.
Mon-El	Lar frowns, scanning Mr. Langer with his x-ray vision. But the results of what just occurred have him relaxing that frown as he confirms what the monitors are already telling him and more. The kid should be able to go home within the next few days, the way things are looking now. Even if he may never walk again, at least it seems they've managed to repair the brain damage.     He looks back up at Kit. "You're the one calling yourself a monster." he shrugs. "We all lose control sometimes, I understand that better than you might think. It's why I was too late. But there are times when I've only managed to make matters worse by trying to get involved."     He notices the unsteady gait, and starts scanning Kit as well, looking for injuries. "You okay?"
Kit Killovarras	There's no internal hemorrhaging, but the x-ray vision would reveal the lacerations all over his torso, the fact that his muscles are fairly literally torn apart underneath his skin. His body is remarkable beyond that, his clothing masks the fact that he looks malnourished and if it weren't for his fur or clothing, people would probably be concerned by that fact alone. He can't rightfully say he's alright, so to that question? He simply doesn't give an answer beyond a little shrug. "It's all the world ever sees." Kit states flatly. "I do everything I can to help people, but at the end of the day? Most people see me and run away screaming or assume I'm there to hurt them." He pauses for a moment and glances back, his eyes faintly glowing still as he gives a half-hearted smile. "Personally, I know what I am. As for everyone else? I don't care anymore." He scoffs, that smile widening ever so slightly, showing off the tips of his fangs. "If this whole bullshit ordeal with him has taught me anything, it's that people will see whatever the hell they want."
Mon-El	Hm. Lar takes all of this information in, frowning slightly."     "Yes, you're right. People will see whatever they want to see at the end of the day. But it's up to us to do what we can to change their hearts and minds."     He approaches the young mutant, pulling out a small palm-sized packet of some kind of aqua-colored gel hands it to him. "Medi-gel, should help with the muscular lacerations at least. The rest you just need to eat better."     "Lar Gand, by the way." he says, adding an introduction and offering to shake a...paw?
Kit Killovarras	"I don't honestly care about changing peoples hearts or minds, I care about doing what's right." Kit says, but he turns to face Lars all the same. When the medi-gel is offered, he takes it and slips it in the pocket of his hoodie with a simple, "Thanks." then he laughs a little at the comment about eating better. "What and ruin my girlish figure?" he asks through a playful grin. "Nah, but seriously. I never really stop eating for long, problem is, my magic doesn't really allow me to put on weight. Every time I use it, it's like running a marathon." When the hand is extended, Kit studies Lars for a moment, then takes the mans hand and shakes it. "Kit." he says simply. For as physically strong as he should be with how his body is designed, his grip is extraordinarily gentle. His claws are noticeably rounded as well and from the looks of it, they shouldn't naturally be that way.
Mon-El	Lar shakes the paw gently as well, he has to be careful himself for as strong as he is. He exhales a bit as he lets go, sitting down on a chair near Jack's bed. "Yeah, doing what's right...of course the problem is, it's not always easy, knowing what -is- the right thing to do in every situation."     He frowns pensively at the eating problem. "Hm, sounds like you need some kind of super-efficient protein mixture or something. I bet Brainiac could cook it up." he muses.
Kit Killovarras	Kit nods slightly, rolling his shoulders a little as he muses, "Right and wrong are subjective. What's right for one person isn't going to be seen as right for another." He gives Lars a glance, then adds, "Best example I know would be the cop who shot at me the first week I was in the states.. Stopped a group of armed gang members from robbing a woman, figured I'd stick around, hand them over to the police personally." He gives a little shrug and smiles. "The cop thought he was doing what was right." He leans against the wall slightly, wincing a little before he can actually get comfortable. The comment on food though gets a little bit of a laugh. "Probably. Wonder if they'd get a kick out of trying to figure out that sort of mixture from an insectivore though. People tend to get squeamish when I eat what I actually need."
Mon-El	Lar nods. "Sometimes when you don't know enough about a situation, what seems to be right only makes matters worse..." He's definitely personal experience with that one. "And sometimes the results are pretty catastrophic." Especially when you are as strong as Superman.     He chuckles a little, shaking his head at the squeamish comment. "Nah, I don't think -anything- makes Brainy squeamish, to be honest. He's seen a lot of things, doubt a few insects would faze him."
Kit Killovarras	Kit nods, reaching into the pocket of his hoodie to pull out a bag of.. something? He pours a few out into a paw and tosses them in his mouth after giving a chuckle and a, "Sounds like someone I could probably get along with then." A keen eye could identify the snack as termites, roasted termites to be exact. After a moment or two, Kit gives Jack a glance, finishing off the mouthful before he speaks again. "All you can do is what you believe is right and if something goes wrong? You do everything in your power to make it right. Sometimes you can and sometimes you can't."
Mon-El	Lar chuckles a bit at the thought, nodding slightly. "Yeah...maybe. If he's in a good mood. He can seem a bit arrogant and standoffish at times, but he does have a genuinely good heart."     He watches as Kit snacks on roasted termites. Well, he hadn't kidding about being an insectivore. But insects -were- a good source of protein, and they were a very abundant source of food.     A sigh at the last comment. "Can't always fix it, unfortunately..." He's been there, more than once. "But yes, all you can do is do your best."
Kit Killovarras	There's a few moments of silence as Kit munches away on a bag of termites, though when they get stored away again, he gives a little chuckle and nods. "True. Can't win em all, but so long as you do your best it's worth the effort." Then he brushes his hood back, letting his face come fully into view as he gives a little tilt of his head, studying Lars for a moment before he gives a little half-smile. "Well, think it's about time to do the right thing again." he says with a little wink, the string of the 'nurse call' on the wall above Jacks bed suddenly being pulled by some unknown force. "Gonna stick around? Or are you gonna fly off?" It's not every day that a coma patient suddenly becomes capable of tugging that string. It's likely that Kit would have just enough time to slip out unseen if he really wanted to, but he's literally just standing there for now, leaning against the wall, face no longer hidden to boot.
Mon-El	"Huh." Lar answers to the part about not being able to win them all. But he sighs a little, his eyes downcast for a moment. "I wish that were always true." Because he can think of more than a few times when he definitely didn't feel like it was worth it.     A few seconds after the nurse signal is pulled, Jack actually starts to wake up. And, he actually sits up, staring at Lar and Kit just standing there. "I...you..." he starts, but then the nurses coming rushing in, bewildered at this sudden miraculous recovery.     "...Jack?" she stammers, unable to get anything else out of her mouth.
Kit Killovarras	Kit just gives a sidelong glance to the nurses as they come in, his voice finally rising to a normal, human volume as he gives a simple suggestion, "Think his parents might want to know he's awake.." Lars gets a momentary glance and a little smile, though in the moment, there's not much more he can say to the man. When Jack is looking at him though, Kit will just turns his head to look strait at him, give a little half-smile as he muses, "Morning sunshine." with a wink of his crimson eye, adding, "It's good to see you awake again." with a noticeable shift in his voice, almost like he'd been worried about the dude he'd pummeled into the ground.
Mon-El	"Uh....hey." Jack looks up, greeting the nurse as she addressed him.     She stares in disbelief at Kit, then at Lar, then at Jack again. Then she nods quickly at Kit's suggestion. "Right!" A smile cracks. She doesn't know what happened, but she's certainly happy about it. "Of course, I'll go get them right away!" In her excitement, she seems to have forgotten that her patient supposedly needed something.     The other mutant sighs at Kit, actually looking ashamed. "You're not going to blame yourself for this are you..." he mutters. Well would you look at that, he even remembers. "And be plagued by guilt for something I brought on myself?"
Kit Killovarras	"I did, actually." Kit says with a little chuckle, pulling away from the wall and walking towards Jacks bed as he explains, "In fact, I think I'm still technically a wanted criminal at this point." He gives that a moment to sink in, then cracks a little grin and adds, "That'll get dealt with eventually though, no worries." Then Kit does something most might not expect and offers the other mutant a hug, "No hard feelings, we both fucked up back there. Like I said, I'm just glad to see you're awake." Whether the offer is taken or not, he'll still smile and add, "I don't know how much of you we managed to fix," motioning to Lars as he says that, "But once they let you out of here, if there's still anything wrong I want you to come find me. I know some people who'll be able to make you good as new."
Mon-El	Jack does accept the hug, and even reciprocates, after recovering from the shock of how much this seems too good to be true. "I...I'm sorry, I was stupid." he finally says. "But you don't have to, I deserve this, I deserve--" But then he kind of gives up on that, because what use is it anyway. "...thank you. I was so afraid you'd like never forgive yourself or something, and then I'd have ruined your whole life."     Lar just watches at the two mutants reconcile with each other. It certainly warms his heart, but at the same time makes him wish he could have the same thing with his own family. But then he frowns. "Speaking of the wanted criminal thing, couple of NYPD squad cars just pulled into the parking lot." he informs Kit. "You need a quick getaway just let me know." he offers.
Kit Killovarras	Fluffy hugs are always a good thing and when Jack starts to claim what he deserves? Kit just shakes his head and simply states. "No one deserves this. Like I said, find me when they let you out." When Lars mentions the NYPD, Kit just sighs and chuckles, looking over to the man before giving a shake of his head, "Nah," he says with a grin, tugging his hoodie up over his head again as he adds. "I got this. Thanks though." Then he starts for the door again, pausing a moment before walking out to give Jack one last glance and tell him, "By the way. Those powers of yours are a hell of a gift. Once we get ya back up on your feet, try putting them to a better use. Trust me, it feels a hell of a lot better helping people than it does hurting them." Then he slips out of the room, ears tracking every footstep around him, every voice, every path he can go through. After all, he's had a lifetime of learning how to avoid people when he needs to. He'll find a stair well that isn't covered, use his magic if need be to unlock doors he might need to pass through or disable alarms he might otherwise trip. He won't walk out the front, there are windows for that.