If someone like Xavier or Jean spoke to Cyclops telepathically, that was a good indicator they were keeping enough of a tap on his mind, at least for the following few moments, that he could think back to them.

He had a feeling Ryder wasn't that kind of telepath. That she preferred the "call" to be one-way, and frankly, having her in his head was rather a different experience. . .he made no effort to respond. Both had enough intel on the other, for now: Ryder knew he was in the city. Now he knew she was, too -sounding no worse for wear. She wanted him to figure something out. Was this Ryder trusting him? Or was this a warning that if he didn't want [i]her[/i] brand of a solution, he had better be the first to come to one. . .his mind became suffused with a sensation of artificial darkness, some kind of void. . .Wait, this wasn't--

Next thing he knew, clarity came like waking from a dream.
Indeed, from a lain position, Cyclops took in his surroundings and the condition of his body. He felt surprisingly little pain, and not like he was on medication for that. 
There was someone there.

They met his gaze -as well as it could be met, anyway, given his visor. "Gen has used her abilities -a projected healing factor- to treat your injuries. It still takes time, so you should stay with us for the day at least."

[color=#0096FF]"A [i]projected[/i] healing factor?"[/color] He understood what this other mutant meant by it, but having not encountered such a mutation before, it interested him.

"It requires Gen to touch the point of injury, so we did have to perform surgery so she had access to your lung and ribs, though she healed the incision points on her way back out."

They had, of course, removed the chest portion of Cyclops' uniform, so presently he looked down at his bare skin, surprised to find that he could only find faint traces of any procedure--like wounds at a healed-over stage of a much later point. [color=#0096FF]"How long has it been since I was brought here?"[/color]

"Three quarters of an hour."

Cyclops was impressed. [i]This must be what it feels like to be Logan.[/i]
[color=#0096FF]"Someone else arrived here after me,"[/color] he got back to business, being careful as he transitioned into an upright position, though he hardly felt the need to be. 
[color=#0096FF]"Do you know where they are?"[/color] He slide his legs off the padded medical table and was standing a second later.

The other mutant shook their head. "No one else has been brought to us. You're fine to go look for them."

Even without their permission, that was exactly what Cyclops intended to do. [color=#0096FF]"Thank you."[/color] He looked around, and not seeing any other mutant, he added, 
[color=#0096FF]"thank Gen for me."[/color] At their nod, he suited back up -damaged though his uniform now was- and left.

His second surprise came when he happened on Magneto after only a couple minutes of looking around. 
The Master of Magnetism appeared to be in the middle of constructing some other type of building, with all the ease and creative flex as a hobby sculptor. 
Cyclops had paused and was at an oblique angle to him, but Magneto caught sight of the X-Man. [color=#D22B2B]"Up and about, I see."[/color]

Another moment of a measured look, part on Magneto himself and part on his work, Cyclops walked closer. [color=#0096FF]"I was flying with someone. Where are they?"[/color]

[color=#D22B2B]"Wandering freely around here, where they desire not to be. Perhaps she'll learn, though Charles has never been much for instilling free thinking."[/color]
He turned his attention back to his task.

Maybe a 'thanks' for orchestrating his medical aid would've made it past Cyclops' lips had it not been for this slight against the Professor. Instead he wordlessly left the older man to his construction. [i]'You don't bother me, I won't bother you,'[/i] the silence seemed to say. 

Though Magneto spoke before he got too far:
[color=#D22B2B]"I would be more careful if I were you. . .leaving a family behind."[/color]

It took just a couple seconds for Cyclops to understand what, specifically, Magneto was referring to. 
In the same moment, his expression contorted. [color=#0096FF]"If that's meant as a [i]threat[/i], Magneto-"[/color]

[color=#D22B2B]"It's not. . .I had, once, what you're preparing for."[/color] Magneto looked straight at him. [color=#D22B2B]You should seriously consider making this where that life starts. 
Give your family the chance mine wasn't allowed."[/color]

Cyclops looked upon him like he was seeing someone other than the once leader of the Brotherhood. . .[i]somewhat[/i].
Behind his visor his gaze lowered as his thoughts went to the subject(s) of the conversation.

[color=#D22B2B]"You're familiar now with the mutant medical care we have. What [i]human[/i] hospital exists that you know of, that would consent to bringing another of [i]our kind[/i] into what they believe to be their world?"[/color] At this, Magneto turned away. [color=#D22B2B]"The invitation is extended indefinitely. When you've made the [i]correct[/i] choice, get word to me and I'll ensure you safe passage. As I've already told your feisty charge, sentinels patrol these skies in search of their Atlantis."[/color]

Cyclops continued on to find Ryder, feeling for once, that Magneto had actually given him something worth thinking about.
And he didn't like any bit of that.