Jon woke up from the hospital room way before anybody else, and he looked all around the tiny cubicle of his created by the bland white curtains before glancing towards his chest. Only a light wound remained from Ally's outburst, and his lungs, hearts and other vitals appeared to at least be functional right now.
Prayers out for the baseline superhuman healing. Jon said, clapping both of his hands together before he hopped off the hospital bed. The light in the recovery ward is warm and the room is set to a cool temperature. His stuff was packed up in a box, and his clothes with various stab holes have been washed up and folded in a box next to him. His camera, out of all things, actually managed to remain undamaged.