"Honestly?" He pulled a tablet from his coat pocket, swiping through screens of information I couldn't read from this angle. "It's miraculous you're alive at all. When they brought you in, you had four lacerations across your torso that had penetrated past the muscle wall. Your left lung was partially collapsed. You'd lost approximately thirty percent of your blood volume. You had mana corruption in eight distinct locations, second-degree burns covering both arms, three fractured ribs, and cellular damage consistent with..."
He paused. Frowned at his tablet. "Something we've never actually seen before. Like your body had been running on a form of energy that accelerated cellular processes far beyond normal parameters and then abruptly stopped."
Divine Overflow. The System's emergency protocol. The thing that had let me punch through a dimensional guardian's shell with my bare hands.
"What's the prognosis?"
