Disabled Power

..."Dr. I think he's coming around..."

"Yes, I think you're right. Hello? Can you hear me?"

A light flashed before John's eyes.

"I'm getting pupil response; I think he's conscious, but he doesn't appear to have regained control of his body yet. Nurse, you stay here and call me the minute he is able to respond. With the amount of work we had to do, we need to evaluate him as soon as possible in case there is anything still wrong."

John blinked. The nurse was no longer in his field of vision, and he noticed dimly that the light coming through the window looked different. He groaned.

A petite woman in a nurse's outfit leaned over him, again shining a pen light in his eyes. "Mr. Brady, if you can hear me, please give me a sign." John groaned again. "Dr. Langston," she yelled, "I think he's responding now.

A middle aged man hurried into John's field of view. "Mr. Brady, can you hear me? Are you able to respond?"

"Epty," was the best John could do. He could barely make anything move, much less make proper sounds.

"Good, I think he's back with us," the Doctor said to the nurse. "Go find Dr. Takumi and Dr. Hamilton, now that he can respond we need to run the tests right away." he turned back to john. "Mr. Brady, listen. You are in MetU Hospital. When you were brought in, you had a sizable chunk of rock stuck in the back of your head." John made an alarmed sound. "It wasn't in too far, and we were able to get it out quickly, but we need you to try and do what we say and answer our questions so we can determine the extent of the damage. Can you move your limbs? Don't try to answer, just move them if you can."

John tried desperately to move something, anything, but got no response. The doctor was resting his hand on John's arm; John could see it, but he couldn't feel it. "Oh my god, I'm paralyzed!" he thought frantically. "I can't move, nothing is working. I don't want to be parlayed. Please let it just go away! Please let me move! Let me feel!!"

Dr. Langston became worried. The patient had not moved anything yet, and his rapid eye movements and groaning seemed to indicate that there was a problem. Then, all of a sudden, John's entire body began spasming, moving all at once, almost kicking him. "That's good, that's good John," the Langston cried, try to restrain him. "There appears to have been some delay in your motor control returning, but plea-oof" John's arm caught him in the stomach "please calm down, you might hurt yourself. Please, just try raising you arm!"

John calmed down, suddenly able to feel and move again. He raised his arm; it took no more effort than usual. His frantic breathing subsided. "Oh, thank you god, it was only temporary," he thought, immensely relieved.

"Good, good. Aside from the slow start, your motor skills appear to be fine. We were worried, given the placement of the damage. I guess it's a good thing we got that stone out as fast as we did. You're lucky Supergirl heard you calling for help; there's no telling how long you could have been laying out there otherwise. If she hadn't been on her way back from helping with an earthquake in North Africa or whatever... Ah, here we go..." he interrupted himself, turning in response to the arrival of two other doctors. John's attempt to inquire was cut off.

The three doctors stood in the doorway discussing him for a while. They seemed pleasantly surprised by his being able to move. John didn't dwell on that; internally, he had only one thought: "Supergirl brought me to the hospital?"