Board Thread:Role-Playing/@comment-5869016-20140907054745/@comment-15383081-20141011144544

His ki slowly but steadily came back to him and he was able to seal off the thousands of cuts and heal the hundreds of bruises along his body. Geyser then focused to lift the outrageous amount of rubble sitting on his chest. Realizing he did not have the strength instead he had one of the rocks in the middle pile slip off and smack his femur back into place, then he would fuse the bone back together while letting out a great cry. The next thing he had to fix was his severe concussion, luckily his thick hair was able to trap most of the fresh blood that continuously poured out so he used that as a renewable source to replenish the fluids he had lost.

At least for now you could say he was stable, though far from it. His hand still ached and probably reeked of infection. The pressure on his chest was getting worse by the minute, Geyser fears one of his ribs may have pierced his heart but cannot say for certain as there was way too much stimuli and pressure in that area to accurately survey. Instead he just sat and meditated gathering whatever ki he could until he had enough to act.