"I wish it was that easy but we both know superhumans don't die that easily. The man is a machine," Hades said, shaking his head. "The docs said Dustin's body has been through enough stress to kill a normal person ten times over.
He has old scars and new scars from torture. There found a bullet lodged in his thigh. Apparently, it had been there for close to a month. His spinal nerves were crushed by something really heavy. If he weren't a superhuman, he'd be a memory right now. Or he would be in a wheelchair.
He had a minor operation; they sedated him and hooked him up to body revitalizing supplements. Apparently, his metabolism is already eating the stuff up. They expect a quick recovery."
"Good," Sunshine said, her voice flat. "Great. Fantastic. Now, let's go home."
Hades blinked, his eyebrows shooting up toward his hairline. "Wait_ home? Now? We're just... leaving him here all alone?"
