Even though Rage had faded away, Vernon was still drawing breath. However, the breathing was deep and deliberate. And on his face was a content smile; not wide and grinning, as if he was insane, but also not stressed. It was calm, as if he somehow had control over his unconscious body, and was completely alright with what was happening. As the doctors began to carry him away after doing all preliminary procedures on him, a faint glow could be barely seen within the wound. Suddenly, his eyes flew open. He was awake, and aware.