Michael lifts his hand, broken and mangled and still in pain most of the time. More of the time, if he's honest, since he stopped self-medicating to make it stop. He flexes it, the pinky shaking with the effort, and he stares at it, dismayed.

"I had the surgeon from Magnus, but I wanted the backup of having his powers, in case things got dicey," he says, voice rough. "I know Magnus trusted the doc, but it's hard to do the same."