Szayel rolled his eyes, giving the infirmary ceiling and the inside of his own eye socket the once over as he did. "Yes, the power of friendship will heal what science can't," he muttered.

He watched Ienzo stir, and moved away to discard the needle he held. "Can Ryoka regrow limbs?" he asked, almost pointedly. "Because if not, he's still going to be crippled."