It didn't take long with the Doc examining Mike to show that he was completely puzzled. He was quiet on this for quite a while, before he finally admitted it. "Well... Michael, i can't explain what I'm seeing or sensing. You... seem to be in perfect health. It's like you hadn't been in a coma for the past weeks, and honestly I can't come up with an explanation for it."

Mike grinned, stretching his leg as he stood up. He seemed to have his own thoughts on the situation, but kept quiet. "So I have a clean bill of health, Doc?"

"I... can't explain it, but yes. Try... not to push yourself too hard."

"Riiiiight," Mike thought to Daria. "Danger Room?" he added with a wicked grin.

Daria had been worried about Mike's physical health but hearing the doc say Mike was alright she had to believe it.

She grinned back and started for the door but paused, looking at the Doc.

"Yes, child...don't mention it." he said knowingly.
"But I..." Daria began.
the doc smiled and held out his arms and Daria hugged him. "It's alright."

Whatever guilt and shame she'd felt before she released and left the room. "come on Mike, I'll race you."

"The hell you will,"Mike chuckled, picking Daria up and slinging her over his shoulder, carrying her bodily from the room... just to prove that he could.