"It's a bit strange, I admit," Viktor said, swinging his legs against the table. "I could tell it was bad, even before I lost consciousness. And yet it healed in less than a week," he said, reaching up to touch the spot, which was no longer tender, on his head.
"As an athlete, I've seen a lot of bad falls and at least a few that resulted in head injuries. I know what a concussion looks like. This one should have been a lot worse than it was, and Yuuri said it had stopped bleeding before he even had time to treat it. I think that something, or someone intervened and healed the wound. Probably the same someone that put us out of harm's way when those creatures were chasing us," he said, sharing a meaningful look with Yuuri. He hadn't been conscious during that part, of course, but Yuuri and Dom had both given him the same story and he was inclined to believe it based on that fact alone. Dom couldn't really lie to him, after all.
"It could be the same reason that the anmesia is so... well, extensive. Even the worst concussions I've seen typically only resulted in short-term memory loss, and it only lasted a week or so. But do any of us know what's going on here, really? We have an unknown entity that claims to be a deity and has the power to heal wounds and create food and supplies from nothing. I think it's safe to say, that normal rules don't apply."