Aaron was going to be in for a bit of a surprise, it would seem. Jake still couldn't quite believe it, even after living on the Island for three months and seeing all the crap it was capable of doing to people. If it could swap Juliet and him about, then sure, why couldn't Richie have glowing blue healing magic?
Whatever his friend had done, Jake's wounds had almost all healed up. The one on his shoulder was the only one that he could still feel, and even then, it was more of a minor irritation than the low-level agony he'd been dealing with all week. There were scars, though. Fucking hell, there were scars. If Quaritch had thought his nantang scars were badass, they were fuck-all compared to the mess Jake's body was now covered in.
The best bit, though, was that Richie seemed to have done something to help Jake's legs along. They felt different; he could do the exercises Aaron had told him not to do, only it was easier. He'd only tried a couple, and he didn't dare try standing up before Aaron got a hold of him, mainly because he knew himself, and he knew if standing worked, he'd try walking, and that would lead to trying to run and he'd only end up flat on his face with something else injured.
He pushed his chair along with both arms, unable to keep from grinning as he made his way to Stark Tower. "Richie's dad designed this place," he said, looking up at Neytiri as they got closer. "The computer that runs it, he talks to you. He's called JARVIS which stands for, uh. Something, I dunno, I didn't listen," he tried to explain, and failed quite spectacularly. "Hey. After this, I'm gonna see if Tommy's using the Avatar or not, and if he isn't, let's go flying, yeah?"