The days came and went, every morning he could feel a bit more movement enter his body before he would spasm in pain. He didn't dare try using his powers while he was bed ridden, fearing what might happen, not only to himself but to the entire hospital he was holed up in. He felt restless, he felt useless. Ame was out there somewhere, probably cold and alone and he was just sitting here unable to even sit up. Flint, Claire, Tex, even Shannon every now and again would rotate watching over him. He appreciated it, but really needed to get back on his feet.
The second month was when he was finally able to get out of bed. Starting to walk, with the support of the others of course. He wasn't sure what those scientists did to him, his memory completely wiping out any recollection, but whatever it was, it left him close to paralyzed. By month three his body had reached a point where natural recovery started mixing with Flint's ability, he was running, climbing, jumping, and even swimming.
He asked for updates about Ame at least once every 3 days, and always got evasive answers. He was starting to get really frustrated, anxiety plaguing his heart every day. Month four was when he finally found the courage to try his powers once again. They'd found his gloves hidden in a storage compartment of the camp. As he practiced, he found that his powers not only worked as well as before, but had grown stronger. His flamethrower burned hotter, his fireballs exploded in a larger radius and he was even able to implement that flying technique he'd ran by Ame all those weeks ago.
It was after he'd finally perfected that technique that he asked about being part of the search party for her. After another round of evasive and vague answers, his frustration boiled over. Slamming his fist down on the table he screamed. "Enough! I'm going to save her, whether its with your approval or without it. So if you aren't telling me everything about what happened to her, you better spill it now!!!"
