Dolemeck felt like hell. He had gone in and out of consciousness from the moment he was brought into the lab. Ilya even told him earlier he stopped breathing, and it scared him. Instead of showing fear, he joked and tried to keep his best friend and partner calm. Now, he awoke yet again, this time with two IV's in his arms, and one side of his face bandaged up.

He had a vague memory of a golden mutant, telling him things would be alright, and that he could heal the life threatening wounds that plagued his body. To not be scared, and things would be okay. His stomach felt somewhat tender, and the bullet wounds to his shoulder and forearm were sealed up, as though they never happened. His eye, however... felt odd. Like it was not there anymore.

He did not question the feeling, or pay it much mind. Instead, he curled up in some blankets to try and get comfortable.