[There are certain steps that need to be taken to bring a body back from the brink of death; bluntly put, some things are more important than others. The cardiovascular system can't be left to take care of itself, of course, particularly if it's where most of the damage is; sealing it, repressurizing it, ensuring it's not just going to seep everywhere is first priority. The ribs aren't fine but they'll heal once they've shifted a bit; if anything, Silver jostling him has done his body a few favors, moving some fragments out of the way, making others easier to deal with, and the result isn't anywhere near perfect - it's still jagged and unhealed and imperfect - but it'll take care of itself in time, after the first five minutes have passed, because the first five minutes are the most crucial.
What matters in the first five minutes is ensuring that he can breathe. That blood will continue to circulate, that he doesn't suffer any brain damage or extended tissue death as it all hardens up - because once it's hardened up, it can take care of itself. Repairs are easier once the virus is doing it for him; Progenitor is more effective than a normal human immune system can ever be.
It isn't perfect, but it's damn near close, assuming that one can handle it. Shame that most can't.
Fortunate that Wesker can.
When he starts breathing again, when the strong stasis grip of the virus lets him go, it still feels like knives are being dragged across his nerves; his chest is still utterly fucked-feeling but after the initial shuddering breath it settles back into a steady rise and fall, and his heart kicks back into the usual rhythm even though doing so sends painful jolts through his system, registering all down his spine.
And suddenly he becomes aware that Silver is there, and Silver's holding him and he doesn't quite know what to do with that, and he tries to move - not to push Silver away but to sort of push himself up so that he isn't lying so awkwardly on the ground, and...honestly, he still doesn't have much of an idea of what's going on. He knows he blacked out, but anything deeper than that is a bit beyond him at the moment.]
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What matters in the first five minutes is ensuring that he can breathe. That blood will continue to circulate, that he doesn't suffer any brain damage or extended tissue death as it all hardens up - because once it's hardened up, it can take care of itself. Repairs are easier once the virus is doing it for him; Progenitor is more effective than a normal human immune system can ever be.
It isn't perfect, but it's damn near close, assuming that one can handle it. Shame that most can't.
Fortunate that Wesker can.
When he starts breathing again, when the strong stasis grip of the virus lets him go, it still feels like knives are being dragged across his nerves; his chest is still utterly fucked-feeling but after the initial shuddering breath it settles back into a steady rise and fall, and his heart kicks back into the usual rhythm even though doing so sends painful jolts through his system, registering all down his spine.
And suddenly he becomes aware that Silver is there, and Silver's holding him and he doesn't quite know what to do with that, and he tries to move - not to push Silver away but to sort of push himself up so that he isn't lying so awkwardly on the ground, and...honestly, he still doesn't have much of an idea of what's going on. He knows he blacked out, but anything deeper than that is a bit beyond him at the moment.]