Changing from first to third person, as it can be awkward
~Some of the best lessons kick you while your down, and have at you a good two times.~
He stimulated the healing process by directing the digested nutrients into the areas of injury. Being unsure of how the process exactly worked as humans usually do not have the somatic or voluntary control over autonomous functions, he was worried about failure as his body was a wick burning out, however it seemed he felt instinctually guided, achieving almost unnatural fluid proficiency. Baby steps were nice, but he knew he had to stabilize the femoral bone problem first.
He apperceived a connection to the cells with characteristics similar to those he had studied extensively in his neuroscience and immunology lab under nano drop and near field scanning optical microscopy techniques (Fancy technique, expensive machines) Although it had been 15 years, he would not be worth his weight as a professional if he threw away the details of his profession, especially with his dire current circumstances. {You can skip this if you do not care for the simplified interpretation of science} He assessed the nature of the fracture by "looking" at the stretch spindles of the surrounding muscles and spreading tissue macrophages to eat away at the debris. He identified it was an oblique displaced fracture(meaning the the femur became two to stress, leaving rather clean halves jutting across the other). The femoral artery had barely been nicked. He initiated the phagocytes(mostly osteoclasts) to consume the left over bone tissue, shortly followed by clotting the artery with thrombocytes (fragments of red blood cells used to clot arteries). In no condition to set the bone in place, he decided to let the tissue macrophages eat most of fragments crossing the other until the bone could fit into a L shape. This process was acerbated and grueling, protracting into a near 2 hour procedure to ensure all the fragments were cleaned, that the b-cells in the bone marrow would remain viable, and no post infection would occur at this injury. He then purposely inflamed the areas to the side of bones so that would be pushed into place. When the bones were together, he stimulated osteogenesis until the bones were smooth and stopped the inflammation.(Normally healing from fractures leaves irregularities and spurs) It had taken 5 hours and it was getting colder. Fortunately the storm had regressed and halted for the night. For the next 6 hours, he performed a similar process with the 5 broken ribs and broken tailbone, except needing to eat another ration to restore his calcium levels and iron levels when coughing up blood. He had a seizure which lasted the better part of two minutes.
At this point he was nauseous had a massive migraine which almost forced him out cold. Although he was still unfinished healing the perforated lung, he needed to reevaluate his concussion. He was shivering, but without knowing if his headache was caused by stress or a brain injury he could not attend to other matters. In his diagnostic, he found internal bleeding and signs showing of subdural hematoma (bleeding under the dura matter (outer most layer beneath skull) forms a pocket that presses on the brain). He was lucky that the cold weather conditions slowed the hematoma down, otherwise with how the hematoma progressed, he would be in coma. Usually you would osmotic agents to draw out the blood from the brain, however he was not at liberty to use the best technique, so he opted to preform a craniotomy cellular style (hole through the skull, in this case into the ear canal to drain out).
It had been nearly 15 hours, that he had been working to fix his body, but he was too exhausted to continue and needed some rest. He grabbed out a small box covered in food bits on the bottom of the bag and opened it to find a nano mesh blanket. Wrapping himself in it, he called it a night. Unfortunately for him, he was blissfully unaware of the approach of little silver rodent enticed by the open rations of food. Combined with the pained snore he was giving out, the rodent did not have to sneak to steal the food. If he been aware, he would have laughed comically at the small runt taking a pack nearly ten times its size if not for most of his essential items needed in the pack.
[Internal dialogue dream]
As I was on near 24/7 sedation, I could only recollect remnants of the fleeting moments of the unscrupulous experiments performed on my body....: only the superficial foreign semantics and an ordinary but classified in orange folder stood out. The unfamiliar languages phonetically passed by my ears as babble...., however I still recognized a few words like 'uspekh' ....{followed by the cheers of the various dubious scientist} which translates to success in darfor (Russian) if memory serves....and mention of a 'shippai' {followed by the scorn of a woman in an expensive black corset not typically found in a lab} to the group of scientist which meant failure in imperial(Japanese). As studious as I was, I lacked the affinity for learning other languages than cannon (English), herbalism, botany, neuroscience, anatomy, engineering, physics, chemistry, pharmacology, genetics, corpus (Latin), sleight of hand, deception, chess, games, math, and art....that was to say I was not enough of a socialite, to care or ordain picking up a few more social languages. A faux pas and oversight, that will definitely keep me ruminating at night. The other factor that stood out, was the appearance of an orange portfolio folder that was never absent during the experiments. As foggy as my metal state was at the time, seeing the folder during the umpteen amount of experiments only help to consolidate memories of its importance to me. Before he left the facility he had made sure to find the folder and glance over the contents before taking it with him. Inside the folder he found a leather bound journal and codex. At first he ignored the codex, opened the journal to find it encrypted in weird language. Tsk...'another secrete to solve' he thought as he put the journal inside his coat and the codex inside the bag.
——third person———————————————
He awoke several hours later coughing up blood, he needed to fix healing his perforated lung. It was still rather dark outside and he could not tell what time it was. Without further ado, he healed the aggravated tissue that had open up and siphoned some of the blood back into his bloodstream. He finally repaired the pleural alveoli of the lung tissue, and performed another diagnostic with deep breathing and oxygen effusion from red blood cells.
The next injury he wanted to heal was his shoulder. Using his good arm moved gingerly to his dislocated shoulder to see if he could pop his his shoulder back into place. Placing his hand to the side where burn would not be aggregated he snapped the shoulder. This only seemed to make it worse. He repositioned his hand to the opposite side with the burn mark and jerked the shoulder back into place. As the skin was sensitive around the area he was touching, he groaned and rolled his shoulders a couple of times.
His ears were still ringing, but he could finish treating his body after eating a ration and drinking water. It was still rather perturbing to him, he could heal his body within a day with injuries people might never recover from. As he reached his arm over to the side where he had the backpack, he felt nothing. Frowning he looked over to confirm his dismay; an empty spot with tracks leading out of the ravine is what he saw. He silently looked in the sky before thinking about all the profanities that a sailor mouth could convey at the would be these including grinding the bones into dust, making a hacky sack out of would be thief, and cursing the nine generation of these deceiving world.