"It's...", he paused. "217 pages... Yeah, sorry. I'll be sticking with my own tech."
As much as the Doctor wanted to learn everything about this android, he didn't have time for that. He just ignored CYLAM and went to inject Garret with a sedative.
"I'm giving you something for the pain. You won't be able to move, but you're not gonna feel a thing either."
"I appreciate the help, but I don't think you have the appropriate training to assist. Please steer clear. I'll handle everything.", the surgeon instructed. A machine that bore a row of robotic arms was positioned over the patient, each equipped with a different instrument. He stepped over to his computer.
"Alright. Beginning operation. Nobody interrupts me."
The arms descended, their movements precise and silent.
(Please don't make me describe the whole thing)
(Alright)
The Doctor as put his hands in work. The first incision was clean, but the moment the blade parted skin, a little of dark blood welled up.
As he peeling back layers of tissue until the fractured vertebra came into view. Jagged bone edges glistened under the surgical lights, sharp and menacing.
Using reached for forceps, maneuvering around the delicate spinal cord, so any slip could sever the nerve completely.
(...)
The second fragment resisted, lodged firmly against the nerve sheath but with a careful twist, he freed the fragment, pulling it out in one smooth motion
CYLAM do as the Doctor order her after the
"217 pages... Yeah, sorry. I'll be sticking with my own tech."
(..)
After some minutes which feel like hours, he is dealing with the worst part of the bleeding. The acrid scent of tissue filled the air, mingling with the metallic tang of blood.
(...)
currently he is sealing the area after finish the intervention, letting the nanites hold the vertebra together
"Shit...this area got totally f*cked up...also why is there a breeze in here? Something aint right..."
"Hey captain, wanna take care of that scrap of metal? Imma check the breeze to see what is that all about, watch your six"
“Sure,” he said, as he walked toward the machine. His eyes stayed wide open, scanning every detail, alert for the slightest sign that something might go wrong.
Meanwhile, as Rox moved to investigate the faint breeze drifting through the room. As she explored, She notice there a supplies stored here: a few boxes stacked neatly, filled with food but what truly mattered were the other crates, containers holding capsules of a rare and volatile element by read some letters in the box that said it is: astatine