Mage Among Superheroes

Usually, unconsciousness was a nice feeling. Or rather, no feeling at all- which was pretty nice when the things that brought me to unconsciousness were physical pain, exhaustion, and the like. Those would be better to some extent when I awoke.

This time, unfortunately, I was unconscious but not unfeeling. I wasn't aware of my body, but something inside my head was still wriggling around. It was unpleasant, and I felt it trying to draw me away. From what, I couldn't quite tell. I only knew that something was pulling back against that, keeping me dangling in the middle somewhere.

At some point, I felt a sudden urge to run, one that had been suppressed up at that point. But not being conscious or even having a proper feeling of a mental body, it only added to the discomfort and pain. But that only lasted for a moment, before I felt a soothing shield once more separate me from sections of my brain that weren't being nice.

My thoughts weren't so clear at the time, but upon waking up and reflecting upon what I remembered that was the main thing I remembered.

And I was quite glad to wake up, because I honestly hadn't been sure if I would.

"Uuuuugh." That was the first sound out of my mouth, but I couldn't really be blamed for the lack of eloquence. Even doing that made my throat hurt, and shifting slightly made me realized that my entire body was like that. No, not my entire body. Just my front.

"You're awake," I couldn't open my eyes, but I knew that was Midnight. "I'm glad." Midnight sounded tired, so I reached over to pat him on the head. I only did it briefly, because it hurt and even he flinched from that.

"You're alright then?" I asked. I couldn't tell if the pain I felt from Midnight was partly his own, or just reflected from me. Though that meant he was at least not terribly injured, or it would have been stronger. There was something else though. I'd have to ask about that… in a minute. "What about… Ceira?"

"We were fortunate to be further away from the blast. Ceira is somewhat worse than myself, though."

I just sat there for a bit, going through my memories. "I hate Stargirl. And Gloom."

"Somehow you remember that name right," Midnight sighed. "Even with this bond, I don't understand what's going on in your head."

"We need different magic for that," I said. "... Are my eyes broken?"

"You've got bandages over them," Midnight assured me. "The doctors said you should recover fully. Though some of that was only because of Doctor Mishra."

"If he's been here… how bad was I?" I asked.

"... Not great," Midnight admitted. "But you're tough."

"Midnight, I have a very important task for you."

"Okay. What do you need?" I could feel Midnight preparing to scurry.

"Read my status screen for me. I need to know I leveled up from that."

I felt both a strong mental sigh from Midnight as well as hearing his physical one. "I'm glad to see you're feeling better. I'll look at it for you."