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"Please, use it, everything fucking burns." You realize that you're only getting $1323 for all of this. This job so isn't worth it. But where else can you work in the City? Shit, probably costs over $59.5k to get a 1 Month Nest Permit...
[UNSTABLE] I HATE THE CITY WE LIVE IN.
"Excellent." Adam offers his best smile to you. It's clear he's been running himself raggedy trying to patch you up over the last few hours. "Say, if you don't mind. I would like to research your anatomy. Might be able to help down the line."
Ashley has to cover her mouth to hold back a laugh. "Holy shit, are you trying to HIT on her?"
"Huh?" Adam doesn't seem to realize what was so wrong about what he just said. Then it clicks for him. "No, no! It's just that her internals are very interesting and I want to see-"
"Is that what District 6 folks call it?" A creeping tone of suspicion invades every word that Lex says. "I mean. She is cute but-"
"ORGANS, PEOPLE. HER HEART, LUNGS, LIVER, NERVES." Benedict barks out, raising his blade arm. "YOU ARE. SAVAGES."
"Look, look, it's fine." You raise your left hand. You rather not think about how mere hours ago, it was severed before being immediately fused back to your body. "Sure. Just, uh, don't be weird about it and we'll be fine."
Adam sputters out some embarrassed half-words before completely giving up. He gestures at you to follow him.
"I'll be right back! Keep yourselves busy!" You wave at Lex and Ashley, who do the same back, as you follow after him and Benedict.
The three of you arrive back in the mostly empty Crew Barracks. You lay down on your cot as Adam and Benedict prepare for their latest operation. "You know, your body was BEYOND fucked up." Adam mutters as he applies a potent localized anesthesia onto your chest and stomach. Your chest immediately loses all feeling. Which is good since otherwise, Benedict slicing right through your stomach with his arm blade would FUCKING HURT.
"How so?" You mutter, trying your best not to look down. "Like, anomalously fucked up or?"
"Yeah. Organs were where they should be but there was a lot of navy blue gunk inside you." Adam reaches into the opening in your chest. He grimaces. "Still is. I thought it was from that weird tooth but most of that fluid leaked out through some sores on your legs."
"INDEED. IT IS VERY PROBABLE THAT THE ADMIRAL'S CHESS GAME DID IT TO YOU." Benedict nods approvingly before he starts patching up whatever damaged organs you still have. "HM. METAL INSIDE YOU. NOT GOOD."
"Like you're one to talk. Probably just one of my implants."
"FAIR."
"Yep. You have two of them, right?" Adam asks with a bit of worry in his voice. You nod. Adam sighs in relief as he returns back to patching you up. After rearranging your guts, okay wow poor mental phrasing, the two of them stitch you back together Fixing up your head was far less invasive, only requiring some strong painkillers from the kit to soothe.
>-4 TRAUMA KIT CHARGES! CRIPPING INJURIES HEALED!
