The Phoenix - BBS

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Brock shivered on his sheets, dried tears on his face. It had been nearly a month since he'd woken up and as he'd expected, showing that his Phoenix could manifest physically amped up the experiments.

He spent hours every other day being put through strength tests, healing tests, and even another water test, though he noticed the water wasn't as cold. He'd spent the day unconscious, but woke up that night as Jon carefully rubbed feeling into his hands.

That day had been another strength test, Brock having learned how to bring his weightlessness ability forward in a split second. The things they dropped on him still ended up with broken bones, but not as severely as they used to be.

Unfortunately, this just made the doctors believe their experiments were working in amplifying his abilities and they increased the objects in weight and size each time.

Brock was so tired, not able to remember a moment where he wasn't in pain. He could feel the prickle of his bones knitting back together, his left leg having snapped at the shin before he managed to get his weightless ability to affect the concrete slab.

He'd learned at a very young age how to reset his own bones, because if he didn't they'd heal incorrectly and his arm still had a light bump where the bones healed unset.

Brock checked the clock, sighing. It was only 9 30, he still had several hours left before Brian could bring Jon in, if he could. Jon had gone through some severe experiments that day too, another shock one on top of a deep water pressure one.

Jon's shark gave him the ability to breathe underwater and swim fast, but he was still human and the deeper the water was, the harder of a time he had breathing. They'd brought Jon back unconscious just a few hours before and Brock had yet to hear if he was awake yet.

At 10 30, the door opened and Brock looked up, smiling painfully at Brian who crossed the room quickly. He settled carefully on the side of the bed, looking concerned at the multitude of bruising on Brock's leg.

"I'm alright, it's already healing. By tomorrow it'll be healed mostly, bones do take a few hours usually," Brock whispered and Brian sighed, shaking his head.

"I wish you didn't have to go through this," Brian whispered and Brock shrugged. "I'm a rare manifested. There's no help for me, apparently I'm world famous for being the first Phoenix in a few centuries," he said and Brian shook his head.

"It still shouldn't matter, you're still human," he said firmly and Brock shrugged again, rolling onto his side with a pained hiss. "Not to them I'm not," he said calmly and Brian sighed again.

"Oh. I brought you something," Brian said with a forced cheer. He handed Brock a flask, Brock smiling fondly at the guard before taking it slowly.

He took a sip, humming happily at the taste of orange soda. Brian had made it a point to bring a random outside drink to him every week or two, and had once even snuck in a chocolate bar.

Brock felt something cool touch his leg and jerked for a moment, surprised at the cool pack on his skin. "Sorry, I probably should have said something," Brian said apologetically and Brock shook his head.

"It's okay. I just wasn't expecting it, it's been years since I've had an ice pack," he said quietly and Brian shook his head. "They torture the fuck out of you and can't even give basic medical attention after. It's fucking barbaric," he muttered and Brock smiled amused and a bit touched.

He was also rather interested in the hint of an Irish accent in the guards words. "You're from Ireland, right? How'd you end up here?" Brock asked curiously and Brian shrugged, looking away sheepishly.