Though the next cart is sterile, it's much easier to handle for Rich, especially when he's spent long enough in the hospital before all this. His breathing finally settles into something approaching normalcy, the feeling of vertigo fading and leaving him exhausted all over again. He nearly falls into the chair he's led to, but he tries to focus on the question.

"Um, no, n-not anymore. That got dealt with quick. I was... lucky, I guess. Wouldn't have survived if they did."

From what he was told, that would have likely led to sepsis. Which would have been an ugly way to go... though maybe it would have been deserved for him.

"It's mainly on this half," he mutters, gesturing to the left side of his body. To be honest, he's only slightly less lost than Eight was. All he can remember from his initial treatment was a whole lot of water and them having to cut around the places where his clothing had melted to the skin.