Soon enough the current was disconnected, and the doctor began pulling the stimulus disks off his arm and into a sanitary receptacle beside her.
"What a trooper you are! Didn't even scream once, I am thoroughly impressed." Her smile was as delightfully sadistic as before as she complimented him. Truth be told, most patients seemed to lose the capacity to scream when electrocuted. It made the body clench down, tightening the vocal chords as well. But as an empathetic doctor, she certainly knew that comforting the patients was an important part of recovery.
"Well, it is safe to say that the transplant is working perfectly. No signs of any dead cells... This is wonderful news!" As she cooed over the handiwork, the doctor wheeled the machine away and came back with another, this one was tucked in front of his head so he couldn't see it from any angle. "When some people lose a limb, they swear they can feel the phantom pain of the leg or arm they lost. Curious, isn't it? It is mystifying how little we truly know about the human brain, or perhaps such pain comes from that dark hole in our hearts we call a soul... Do you think your father can still feel the itch of his limb he lost to you? Can you feel your father? I'm sure he is still a part of you spiritually..." She was talking to no one in particular, it just helped the process of deduction as she began prepping. Soon enough, though, her cheerful banter turned solemn.
"Tell me, Kurogane," the doctor continued beside her bound patient. "Is your friend Fai still with you? Spiritually, I mean!" Her laughter certainly suggested the ambiguity was purposeful.
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"What a trooper you are! Didn't even scream once, I am thoroughly impressed." Her smile was as delightfully sadistic as before as she complimented him. Truth be told, most patients seemed to lose the capacity to scream when electrocuted. It made the body clench down, tightening the vocal chords as well. But as an empathetic doctor, she certainly knew that comforting the patients was an important part of recovery.
"Well, it is safe to say that the transplant is working perfectly. No signs of any dead cells... This is wonderful news!" As she cooed over the handiwork, the doctor wheeled the machine away and came back with another, this one was tucked in front of his head so he couldn't see it from any angle. "When some people lose a limb, they swear they can feel the phantom pain of the leg or arm they lost. Curious, isn't it? It is mystifying how little we truly know about the human brain, or perhaps such pain comes from that dark hole in our hearts we call a soul... Do you think your father can still feel the itch of his limb he lost to you? Can you feel your father? I'm sure he is still a part of you spiritually..." She was talking to no one in particular, it just helped the process of deduction as she began prepping. Soon enough, though, her cheerful banter turned solemn.
"Tell me, Kurogane," the doctor continued beside her bound patient. "Is your friend Fai still with you? Spiritually, I mean!" Her laughter certainly suggested the ambiguity was purposeful.