He let out a howl of pain, recoiling on the table he was forced onto. Several hands came to hold him down, trying to soothe him enough to get anything done. So far, it wasn't working at all. He kicked and flailed, foot swinging into Kittan's face and sending him sprawling backwards. Normally wise words would flow from the blonde's mouth but he kept them at bay, rubbing his jaw before grabbing hold of the man's leg once more.

Dayakka ran into the room, holding a few vials. "These were all I could find but they're all for Beastmen. If we use any of them he could be out for weeks. Hell, they might even kill him."

"Then just use a quarter of it! A low dosage," Kittan yelled, narrowly dodging the heel of his friend's foot again. "We just need him to settle down long enough that we can sow him up."

"A-alright…," Dayakka stammered, taking the sterile syringe and pressing it into the man's right arm. He pressed the plunger down enough for a quick shot and the flailing died down quickly. "I think it worked."

"I think it worked a bit too quickly… you gave him too much." The words fadded into muffled whispers as the tranquilizer kicked in. His flailing stopped and he laid still on the table, sleeping as soundly as one could in a situation such as his. With sleep upon him, the pain faded and granted him a short reprieve.

Eyes slid open slowly, he could barely focus on the flickering light in the slate gray room but he realized he was comfortable and that was enough. Lifting his arm to press against his forehead, he brushed some of the blue hair out of his face with a sigh. He thought he had died or at least felt that way with all the blood that surrounded him in that cockpit. It was a scary thing to face, knowing that it was just a few moments away but he endured none the less. "That's what a man does. Survive the unsurvivable," he said with a chuckle. His voice was hoarse and raspy, but that was to be expected.

Things slowly began to sink in as his mind un-muddled itself. The pain in his chest, the throbbing over his eye and an odd feeling on his left arm. Sitting up in the bed, he looked down to the bandages that surrounded his midsection. His vision finally unmuddled completely and he caught sight of something that froze the blood in his veins.

There was an absence where his left arm used to be.

Letting out a scream of surpise, agony, pain… a mixture of so many thing, Kamina clenched his shoulder where the appendage suddenly ended. He howled once more, tears glistening his cheeks as the overwhelming pain hit all at once. The wound from Thymilph's spear had hurt him deeper than he thought. Standing up suddenly, he stumbled to the door and forced it open before dropping into the hall where several members of Team Gurren were there to grab him. "What are you doing out of bed!"

The yelling slowed down, silent tears streaming down his face. He didn't want to show weakness in front of people. Even by himself it was disheartening. Forcing everything back, the raspy voice came again questioning. "Where is my arm?"

Dayakka wrapped an arm around Kamina's waist and hoisted him back to his feet. With a long frown on his face, he attempted to explain. "When Thymilph hit you, the damage went deep along your body. You're lucky you even survived but… the wounds and damage to your arm was too much. It was either it or you and we didn't want to lose you."

Kamina remained silent, looking at the absence at his side. He didn't want to believe his eyes, and thus… wouldn't. "I need to see it myself."

"You need to get back to bed. You haven't recovered fully."

Looking down at his torso again he saw the bandages that altered from wrapping around his midsection and saw them roll all the way up to his mid-chest, wrapped around his shoulder to cover the wound where his arm once resided. He nodded slowly, unable to fight against the fact of the matter. The Invincible Kamina had been maimed severely and now he was just as mortal as anyone else. Dayakka slowly directed him back into his room and sat Kamina down on the edge of the bed. Expecting him to lay down, he stood silently as Kamina hung his head and sat there.

"It's going to be alright, Kamina. You survived and we got the Dai-Gurren. You're a hero!" He forced a wide smile, trying to invoke some kind of reaction but being unable to do so. The long frown quickly returned as no response could be drawn from Kamina. "I can go get Yoko or Simon? Maybe the—"

"Yeah. Go get them for me." Kamina looked up, forcing a grin as well. "My soul brother must be worse off than me, huh?" He laughed a bit, rising to his feet once more. "And Yoko…" Nodding slowly, he looked up to Dayakka. "Bring them here, will you?"

Dayakka nodded and headed out of the room eagerly. The second he swung down the hall Kamina peaked his head out and looked after him. The grin fell from his features and that look of pain and distress returned. He headed the other way, turning into the bowels of this unknown ship with only one destination in mind and no real way to reach it but that didn't bother him. He had to figure out one thing for himself.

Wandering for what felt like hours, he could hear his name being yelled by a plethora of voices around him. Ducking out of sight or hiding in a different room, the stealth paid off as he finally found what he was looking for. Sitting next to the King Kittan next to a machine spitting out spare parts. He ignored everything and sprinted up to Gurren, looking at that big mug and feeling a smile come to his face.

Yoko sprinted into the repair bay, catching sight of Gurren's open mouth and the blue-haired man inside. Rossiu and Simon soon followed, dark violet bags underneath Simon's eyes. The three of them walked slowly up to the large machine until the shadows in the cockpit cleared by the interface booting up and they saw the man inside.

Simon seemed to look even gaunter if it were possible at the sight of his brother. The man sat helplessly in his chair, one hand on the controls of Gurren while he stared at the left. His head turned upon hearing the three of them approached and he looked forward at them.

Rossiu took a step back, eyes wide at the battered man. A long stitched scar slid down the man's face, right above his left eyebrow and down to his cheek. His bandages were taking a shade of red as he squirmed in the seat, defeated by his new handicap.

Yoko kept walking, getting on the automated lift in front of Gurren and rising up until she could walk up to Kamina. She looked at him, seeing the tears that streaked his face and the redness of his eyes. Looking at the man who couldn't be defeated look so utterly helpless as the blue screens around him lit up red. A long black line through a rather cartoonish display of Kamina's face. Yoko moved up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him close to her. He dropped the controls on his right and wrapped an arm around her and stifled his pain for the warmth that she granted.

It had only been eight days, but it had felt like a lifetime.