(JAKE)
-We gotta get to Casie's...warn the others-
(SAM)
I went home, limping. Trying to find my parents. When I found then they didn't seemed surprised at all.
-Get to the table, we'll be there soon- "The table" that's how we called the small operating room we had in our basement. Were they would try to heal me after I ended messed up in missions. I striped from my shirt and laid there. The steel was cold. They got there fast.
After they did a diagnostic dad said -Two broken ribs, these would heal naturally but it would take weeks, and I asume you dont want that do you?- I smirked-Dad how much of me is already metal anyway?- I said.
-Your spine, left shoulder blade, right collar bone, several plates around your head, most of your left arm...-
-How much?- I interrupted
-Elbow,forearm,wrist-he said as he prepared the operating instruments- And your left knee and tibia-
-And now to ribs-
-Prescicely,you know I still regret we couldn't save you eye-he said as he put the anhestesic gas mask on my face,over the scar running form my chin to my forehead, over tmy right eye,once brown, now gray and dead -Now count to ten-
-I know- I drifted to sleep.