Medic, since your emotions have restarted, stop avoiding Supervillian, actually look at him. Maybe touch his arm. See if you're satisfied at how he reacts to your presence.
He's tense as he forces himself to his feet. He would give anything to be asleep or tending to his records or at least not doing this. But he listens to your advice. He knows he can't continue like this.
Supervillain's breathing is raspy, forehead still beaded with sweat despite the heavily-conditioned air around him. The painkillers are doing all they can, but it's not enough to prevent Supervillain from grimacing in his sleep, fingers twitching unconsciously.
The deepest, worst of the burns probably didn't feel like anything anymore, but the surrounding lesser-degree burns probably burned with every shift in the air around him.
Medic feels like he's made of wood as he forces his arm forward. He was planning to touch Supervillain's shoulder, but stops. Instead, he lays his hand lightly on Supervillain's head. With a shiver, the figure moved, and Medic almost jumped. But Supervillain was still, mercifully, unconscious, barely shifting enough to lean into the touch.
Medic stared for a long, long while before moving his hand again, cupping Supervillain's cheek this time. Supervillain moved once again, a whimper escaping him as he again chased the comforting touch.
Medic knew then that he could hold no more bitterness towards Supervillain.
