[and lo, he did not! will the miracles never cease. please never cease.

donnie slots his goggles the long, arduous journey up his forehead and out of the way when the shell-cot flies in with leonardo safely secured.] Oh good, you're awake. I finished the MRI, and April's bringing down the contrast I ordered. Once the others get back with her I want to get you looked at right away.

Did you sleep well? [taps his wrist computer and the belts securing leo unlatch and slither back away under the cot.]