The pain in Lucas' back was unbearable. The blast from the K'un-Lunian weapon had scorched and charred it, tearing a large hole through the back of his costume and leaving an angry red circle of blackened and melted flesh. Beginning to walk out of the building, leaving behind the unconscious smugglers and the corpse of their leader, every step felt like the flesh on his back was going to split apart. He could heal himself but he didn't know if he had any chi left within him, if he had none and still went through with it, he could possibly slip into a coma...or worse. He decided to risk it, hoping he could heal the grievous wound even a little so the pain could be more bearable. 

Mustering the miniscule amount of chi he had in his body, he began the healing process. Soon, the less damaged part of the burn started to knit together, shrinking the size of the horrific injury. It felt strange, it hurt but gave him relieve from the pain at the same time. By the time he chose to stop before he was completely drained, all that was left was a bright pink patch of scalded skin, it was tender and still stung excruciatingly, though he could manage it for now.

Taking his time as he slowly walked out of the building, Luke needed more chi to mend the rest of his wound. He could either wait until it came back to him naturally, though this would take some time, or he could find some food he could eat to convert into chi. With nothing better to do except wait, he decided that he would go on a search for food. He had heard about an opening party at a nearby museum and memorial dedicated to the Superheroes his father had told him about, perhaps he could somehow sneak in and find food there.