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[greyaria]

[Emily isn't wearing the ugly blue jumpsuit. She is instead wearing ugly blue scrubs, and judging by the background, she's in the Infirmary. And she's smiling. Emily is always. Smiling.]

Is there anyone out there with an injury or chronic medical condition that was untreatable in your home universe? I have robotics lab and medical access now. Come on by and we'll see about sorting that out! Or just come by for a checkup! I don't discriminate!

[She should probably set expectations properly, huh? Her good cheer goes from disconcerting to almost normal as she adds her caveat.]

The equipment is, hmm, vintage and I don't promise I can fix everything, especially if your biochemistry is out there compared to humans, but it seems like I'm from the future [she makes wiggly finger gestures, which are apparently supposed to signal...something] relative to quite a few of you, so that's an extra few centuries of medical knowledge. Might as well put it to good use!

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[wheyoftheadept]

"Those are the shocky things, right?" Saturday asks, hopping up on the bed and laying obediantly down on it. "Uh, let's see - the amputation happened about four weeks ago; the foot was force grown, rush job, reattached with surgical technique augmented-by-magic-mostly-to-encourage-reconnection-and-healing."

She is clearly doing her best to recit that last bit entirely verbatim, as much as she remembers. In case it's important.

"Anyway, just - lemme know what you need to know, I guess."

Like many people, she's not entirely comfortable at the doctor's. She does a good job of hiding it, though.