Two weeks had passed since the emblazoned "Massacre of Dolemeut Square" which occurred that night. Now, at the beginning of December most of the patients involved in that incident had left the hospital. Except for a select few who sustained injuries that were a cause for concern.
However, of those kept under tight watch for irregular signs would be under a hundred or so seriously harmed due to direct confrontations with the Villains.
Kage was one of them. Over the course of a week, he had several expert surgeons as well as neurologists surveying his health as it would maintain relatively moderate levels then begin its descent due to a high percentage of blood in the lungs as low amount of oxygen persisted in the organs. To pile onto the ever-growing problems associated with the patient, an immense amount of blood was lost due to lacerations and severe stab wounds. Then, an ominous message to never touch the child's hands was screamed at each doctor then accompanying nurse who entered his room. His fingers would be scarred forever due to this restriction. Something the doctors recognized that the boy may not mind due to the already amassing collection he had obtained.
Initially rushed to the hospital with Isaiah, it was deemed early on that he would be the worst of the two to operate upon. In fact, the director of the hospital was close to determining his case as a cause not worth the blemish on their record; however, an unknown benefactor made their name known to them all. Their only request: DO NOT LET THAT BOY DIE.
The staff quickly got to work.
After the week had passed where the boy fell between life and death, they had exited from the emergency room exhausted and near collapsing. The nurses and senior doctors congratulated themselves for their work on the patient. To be frank, they had expected his death to come at multiple dark points in their time with him. The assisting anesthesiologist had watched the monitor on Kage's heart lose pulse and flatline too many times to count. Yet, after each extended 'beep' from the monitor came a thunderous 'bathump' which resurrected the still corpse. The surgeons would catch this signal and hold their breaths, continuing the process. She, as could everyone in that sanitized room, felt the presence of something immense.
Not many could state they had operated on an Evolved patient, less could proudly demonstrate that the patient had survived. This was in part due to the thick density of bone, muscle fibers, and enlarged organs throughout the body. Of particular note would be the increased buildup of spinal fluid in an Evolved's body which in turn fed the brain. The difference lay in the delicate nature that this spinal fluid held in an Evolved's internal structure. It not only made its way to the brain, but to the heart, pancreas, intestines, and snaked along the bloodstream. Researchers could barely call it spinal fluid at this point as the concentration was much greater than a normal human's and had a deep green saturation to it.
This fluid was also involved in the development of an Evolved's aura. As the buildup of this fluid increases so too does the potential ability and power one of them could possess.
Separating any one of these streams or disrupting the flow would cause the aura within to go haywire lashing out at not only its host but those in the vicinity. The operation of Evolved had led to several accidents ending with the loss of many lives. Every day the doctors and nurses would assume their roles in Kage's surgery, they gave a silent prayer for a higher being to watch over their life as well as those of their peers. To guide their hands accurately and control their eyes to perceive the unperceivable.
On the second day of surgery, there had been a mishap. Too much of the spinal fluid had been released from prior incisions the day prior. That situation gave little thought to the team. Their options were then to run away as fast as they could before they were to die along with the patient or attempt to seal the opening causing such disturbances in the structure.
They all looked to the head surgeon, Vak Lingren. He had seen his good deal of fantastical injuries while saving countless from them. But most importantly of all, he had operated on and saved two Evolved before that day. It was his call to make. All blame would lie on his back.
Dr. Lingren shut his left and peered into the endoscope with his right eye analyzing whether or not there was no hope to be found. The moment he brought up the image to the monitor the team was amazed by what they saw. This boy's blood cells were fighting to segment the fluid themselves. No one in that room or possibly world had ever seen such a scenario where an Evolved could manipulate the blood in his own body, even on a subconscious level, to maintain equilibrium.
The doctor could not leave this boy to die a dog's death as he struggled to fix what could not be done on one's own. Lingren stared into the masked faces of his peers only to nod. Not a person disagreed as they continued to help the boy fight.