Viktor sleeps. It's impossible not to, given everything he's been through. Following the procedure, the group locked away the Hexcore and transported him back to the apartment, cautiously optimistic despite the harrowing experience of their untested, experimental intervention. His vitals are good, and with no indication that he'll decline, they decide that they've done their best, and they'll monitor him closely from here.

He stays asleep for at least a day, then drifts in and out of consciousness for a few more.

When he finally awakens, it's not without a great deal of pain, and his prone position in a white-sheeted bed immediately makes him think the worst. That would be familiar, after all, waking up in a hospital bed, a poor prognosis, Jayce seated in a chair next to him, exhausted and despairing. After a moment, however, everything comes into focus. He remembers the procedure, and being moved from the lab to his room, and that must be where he is now. His apartment--their home, with Jayce waiting for him to wake up.

"Jayce--" His voice is little more than a whisper, at this point, but there's no question in it, this time. Of course Jayce is here. Where else would he be, but at his bedside? That's enough for Viktor to know that everything is okay. "Hi."