The sense of movement seems to stretch out forever and yet he also knows it is happening fast. His mind is in the speed now, and he groans, wishing he could stop it. Some days he wishes he could just shut off his power sometimes.

Most days, really.

Opening his eyes, the world whirls around him as he looks up, so he squints some. He is still alive. Huhn. "Thank you. are there any needles and thread?" Because if he had to, he could sew up the front wound. Not so much the back, but that was what telekinesis was for, right? Maybe after he slept. Maybe.