With the gradual return of the sun, so too came Kain's every pulsing ache and pain. Using his powers to move what he shouldn't have and drugs to numb the warnings sent to his brain, the last nights antics caused him to awake to a whole new hell of discomfort.

He could feel his body burning, heavy with sweat and short on breath. His bandages were wet with blood, others had unraveled and opened wounds to the unsanitary conditions and dirt around him.

For a whole hour he just lay there, movement being out of the question. Sarah was not present, but he couldn't even muster up a thought to spare her way. Not till he had lay there completely still and acclimatised to his condition.
Until he had used his powers to slowly re-stitch open wounds. And covered other exposed injuries with a new type of semi solid flexible metal that acted as a bandage or temporary skin, developed just then on the spot out of necessity.

Convinced he couldn't get any better just laying there Kain begun the excruciating motions of movement.
Once a simple thoughtless task now broken down into focused bite sized chunks. Each stage requiring exertion of energy, rest and recuperation before embarking on the next.

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Right, sit up, groan, check wounds.
Roll onto knees, pause, catch breath, reposition weight.
Bring up knee, STOP, too painful, grit teeth and bury pain, try again other leg.
Use powers, get the metal to help lift, Push!
Standing, dizzy, balance, lean against the wall, cough sickly,
New pain, keep still, wobble, something inside hurts, ignore.
Stumble across the wall for support, fail to shield eyes from the sun, shoulder won't lift, don't try again.
Cough some more, catch breath, limbs shaking, sweat burning eyes.

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And there it was, black hope slithering towards him in the bright morning light. Sarah had found his bike and was slowly pushing it this way. It would have been easier for her had there been a key for it, but Kain went so far as to remove the manual starting mechanism. Only he could start or use it now.

He wanted to run down a meet her half way, he wanted to help and be useful, but he couldn't. He just stood and waited as Sarah and his bike slowly came near. A smile creeping across his lips as he watched her fight on with enthusiasm, pushing the heavy bike, her blonde hair swaying about, feet occasionally slipping.

Soon after, they exchanged general morning pleasantries and a few jokes about their condition and situation, Sarah then helped Kain to and onto his bike. He again found some level of freedom, letting the bike do the moving for him. It was lightly beat up but he didn't mind. He was just surprised it was still around.

Exhausted and with no leads or clues, Kain on his bike and Sarah in his car, admitted defeat and went back home empty handed.
Kain was a shocking mess. Bandages caked with blood and dirt, patches of burnt skin visible, contorted scrap metal running along and around his body, glimpses of shiny silver beneath all the chaos and heavy beads of sweat trickling down over it all.

Leaving the vehicles right outside the medical ward Sarah aided him through the building as quick as she could to the nearest room. Ignoring the glares and stares from the rest of her staff. Sarah too was looking a bit of a mess. Kain finally fell into the bed with a rigid groan.

"Go move the car first." He exclaims between exhausted breaths as she began tending his wounds. With a playful laugh she obliges and disappears out of the room.
Meanwhile in her absence loud clunking comes from Kain's room as he strips off his metal aids.