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#Hospital – August 14, 2015
Damien is curled up in bed, staring at yet another holoseries. This one about a human fleet fleeing from their own robotic creations. Quite good. He sighs and closes it down, glancing about the room for the umpteenth time.
An asari nurse enters Damien's room. She smiles at him. "It's time. I'm here to take you to the surgery room." (Tyranniac)
Damien looks up at the asari, her words causing him to break out in a broad smile. "Finally," he says with a sigh. He pulls himself from his bed, shakily getting to his feet.
The nurse seems to consider protesting him getting out of the bed, but decides against it, and simply turns around to show him the way to the surgery room. She heads out down the hallway. (Tyranniac)
Damien follows the nurse, taking his time as he wobbles down the hallway. "God freaking...", he mutters to himself.
The nurse guides Damien to a room with a surgical table as well as a great deal of monitoring equipment and a somewhat outdated robotic surgical unit. Halisi stands waiting in full surgeon's garb, little but her silver-grey eyes visible beneath all the white and pale blue. She's accompanied by a single nurse. (Tyranniac)
Damien pauses at the entrance, casting a sceptical look around the room. "Well this is daunting," he says, trying to lighten the mood as he makes his way to the table.
Halisi puts a hand on Damien's shoulder as he lies down. "Nothing to worry about... we'll have you fixed up in no time." She reaches for the sedative inhalor. (Tyranniac)
Upon waking up Damien would find himself back in his room. Several hours have passed judging by the darkness outside. Rain is smattering against the window of the room, and the outside is mostly obscured. If he were to check his side he would find a newly attached cybernetic arm where his original was lost. The shoulder joint has been replaced by a mechanical ball joint which is integrated into his now-reinforced collarbone. The arm (Tyranniac)
itself is of a fairly basic type, with no chance of passing for a real arm - pure metal with mechanical joints as well as a maintenance access hatch at the wrist. The human would likely find himself struggling to control the arm very well this early - manipulating the fingers in particular may be tricky. A glass of water waits on the table next to the bed, and he is hooked up to a monitor. (Tyranniac)
Damien groans, groggily sitting up in bed. He rubs his head with his normal arm. He glances down at his new arm, focusing on it with great interest. He experimentally raises it, turning it slowly before him. He grins wickedly.
Damien turns to the glass and gingerly moves his hand to it, slowly clasping it as he readjusts to his renewed functions. Slowly, he picks it up from the table and brings it to his face. He stares down at it, unable to control the smile on his face. "Fricking A...".
Leah is seated in her wheelchair beside her bed, staring distantly at the screen on the wall, although it's obvious by her demeanor that she's not paying much attention to it. She's dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, and boots. The past few days since her father dropped off a few changes of clothes she has made a habit out of getting dressed and spending as much time away from her bed as possible,
as if each day would 'be the day'. Physically, she looks much more 'put together' than she's been feeling. Her elbow is dug into the arm rest of her chair as she uses her hand to prop up her head. She lowers her gaze to her legs and visibly strains for a moment, willing them to lift.
Leah is startled as the sound of the door rings out. She straightens up her posture and takes a moment to adjust her shirt before removing her hair from a half-assed ponytail and retying it up proper. After nearly a full minute passes, she rolls her way over to the door and taps the interface.
Kurt stands on the other side of the door. He is a tall man in his fifties, with short, graying hair. He's wearing a suit of the kind you'd see on a businessman. It takes him a moment to adjust his gaze down to meet Leah's. "Ms. Mercier, I take it?" (Tyranniac)
Leah rolls back slightly to allow the man space to enter. She's still having a bit of trouble getting the hang of operating the chair, lack of spatial awareness and all, so she glances down and looks around behind her as she backs up. "Uhhh, yes." she says, sounding a bit distracted as she maneuvers. Once in place, she locks the wheels and turns her attention back to the man, "Sorry, are
Kurt smiles, stepping inside. "Mr. Kurt. I'm with Bozeman Cybernetics." He takes a brief look around the room before settling on Leah again. His expression is confident but polite, with just a dash of sympathy. (Tyranniac)
Leah 's eyes light up a bit at the mention of cybernetics and she visibly straightens up her posture even more. "Oh-... nice to meet you, Mr. Kurt." she says, extending a hand towards the man, "To what do I owe this visit?" she asks, attempting to fish out the man's motivations.
Kurt shakes Leah's hand, taking a seat on the edge of the currently unused hospital bed to get closer to her level. "Bozeman Cybernetics is currently involved in a charitable program where we donate cybernetic implants to randomly selected people with severe injuries that lack the credits to fund such cybernetics themselves." He pauses to let the information sink in, the smile returning. (Tyranniac)
Leah lowers her gaze for a moment before raising it back up to the man's eyes, "I'm... not entirely following. I work for a company that's going to cover my treatment." she informs the man, tilting her head to the side, "Have you spoken with my doctor?"
Kurt lets out a sigh. "I'm afraid your faith in the Redrock Agency's finances is misplaced. I have spoken with your doctor, yes. The only treatment option for your injury is a state-of-the art cybernetic spine. Luckily for you, that's the sort of thing we specialize in, and I'm here to offer you just that." (Tyranniac)
Leah gives a stern shake of her head. "Nobody has told me this. I was informed that Redrock would handle my medical bills." she insists. She's attempting to keep a calm demeanor, but it's obvious that she's becoming a bit frazzled. She lets out a short sigh, "Did Redrock contact you?"
Kurt shakes his head. "The hospital did, they're familiar with our charity program, and they know the Redrock Agency lacks the ability to pay for the procedure. We are hoping to get the ball rolling right away... I take it you are interested?" (Tyranniac)
Leah tilts her head back, leaning it against the backrest as she lets out a deep sigh. "Do I have any other choice?" she says with a bit of vitriol. "I'm sorry... I know this isn't your fault..." she continues with a shake of her head, "but nobody tells me anything. I just-... Will I be able to walk again?"
Kurt smiles patiently. "All our cybernetics guarantee complete return of pre-injury functionality. Some of our cybernetic spine patients have even experienced hightened agility. We just want to help. Of course, we hope you'll consider recording an endorsement of our cybernetics - provided you are happy with the results, that is." (Tyranniac)
Leah gives yet another sigh, making it clear that she's frustrated with all of this injury business. "Whatever. Get me back on my feet and I'll record whatever you need me to record." she says, "What's the timeframe on all of this? I'd like to get back to work as soon as possible. My dad is sort of dependant on me right now."
The asari nurse enters Damien's room. She smiles upon noticing him testing his new arm. "How do you feel?" (Tyranniac)
Kurt nods slowly. "We actually have a technican standing by to assist the hospital personnel with installation... we're ready whenever you are." He smiles once more, clearly expecting a positive reaction. (Tyranniac)
The asari nurse enters Damien's room. She smiles upon noticing him testing his new arm. "How do you feel?" (Tyranniac)
Leah tosses her hands up and somewhat of a light returns to her eyes. "Well, let's not keep them waiting..." she says. She does her best to keep her emotions in check, but the thought of being able to walk again so soon has clearly put more of a bump in her step, so to speak. She reaches down to unlock her wheels, "And I won't need to pay for any of this, right?"
Damien | The sudden appearance of the nurse surprises Damien, jolting him from his stupor. He clutches the glass too hard and it shatters in his hand, water and glass shards spilling across his bed. "FUCK!" He exclaims.
Kurt shakes his head. "Not one credit." He stands up and gestures for Leah to wheel out. (Tyranniac)
The nurse flinches slightly but seems to have expected something like this. She grabs a compact vacuum from the corner of the room and starts cleaning up the shards. "Don't worry... it will take a while to get full control of fine motor functions." (Tyranniac)
Leah starts towards the door, careful to keep from bumping into the doorframe as she's done so many times the past few days that there's a visible mark from her wheel. "What about the recovery proccess?" she asks as she exits the room, "How long until I'll be back on my feet?"
Damien looks up sheepishly. "Sorry... I didn't expect it to be as strong as that...". He blinks at the stupidity of that statement.
The asari finishes with the cleanup and smiles. "We can adjust the settings to reduce maximum strength while you get used to controlling it." (Tyranniac)
Damien shakes his head, smiling back. "Nah, I think I'll keep it how it is." He looks back at it, turning his wrist and moving his fingers gingerly. "What's the modification capacity of this model, do you know?"
Leah frowns and glances at the man with a wrinkle in her brow. "No." she says plainly, "I'm fine. So? How long?"
Kurt nods and walks next to Leah instead. "Recovery is minimal. You should be able to walk immediately. It may take some time to regain full control of course." They soon reach a door where Kurt stops, opening it for Leah. (Tyranniac)
The nurse shakes her head. "You'll have to ask a technican. We only deal with basic prosthetics." (Tyranniac)
Damien nods. "Alright. Thanks anyway." He clasps his hand into a fist, smirking. "Damn, this is trippy."
Leah finds herself in one of the hospital's surgery rooms. One of the few doctors in the facility, a human man, stands alongside a technican and a nurse at a surgical table with an advanced robotic surgery unit. (Tyranniac)
Leah remains near the door, glancing around to take it all in. "So.... Uhh....." she fidgets a bit, "Halisi knows about this, right?" she asks, glancing over the room once more, "She's in charge of my 'treatment'..."
The surgeon nods. "Of course. I'm handling the surgery since she is overburdened with administrative duties." (Tyranniac)
Leah gives a short, somewhat nervous nod, and rolls closer to the surgical table. "Alright then... Let's get this show on the road."
The nurse moves in to help Leah get onto the table while the technican starts prepping the machine. The surgeon grabs the sedative inhaler. (Tyranniac)
Leah slaps the nurses hand away. "Not so fast. Jeeze." she growls, "Give me a gown or something. Not letting you guys just cut up my jeans." She stares pointedly at the surgeon, "You sure you know what you're doing?"
The nurse seems a bit embarassed - he's clearly a bit on edge. He goes off and fetches an open back hospital gown. The technican seems a bit frustrated by the delay. (Tyranniac)
Leah snatches the gown away and begins wheeling herself out to the bathroom, muttering a bit under her breath. A good ten minutes pass before she returns. Getting undressed without the use of your legs is serious business. Her clothes are folded and sitting on her lap as she wheels her way back to the surgical table. "You sure are in a hurry to cut me up..." he groans.
Leah once again bats his hands away. With a scowl, she sets her clothes on the table just to get them off her lap. "Keep your hands to yourself." she says as she takes a deep breath and slowly lifts out of the chair. She uses her hands to guide her a bit, but a few moments later, she has successfully performed a biotic table mount.
The doctor and technican glance at each other as she demonstrates her biotics, but nothing is said. The doctor readies the sedative inhaler and applies it to Leah's mouth. (Tyranniac)