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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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[greyaria]

As a licensed physician, I can assure you that most people have left feet.

[wheyoftheadept]

sorry, i mean the complications. i worry every time it twinges, now

[greyaria]

I wouldn't worry! That's a normal symptom when nerves are healing.

[wheyoftheadept]

okay, doc. when should I drop by?

[greyaria]

I'm on shift for another [she glances slightly off-camera] four and a half hours, and I'll be back on tomorrow at 16:00.

[Second shift, the worst shift, unless you live in a post-apocalyptic madhouse where nothing matters.]

[wheyoftheadept]

i ain't got anything going on. i'll drop by first thing tomorrow.

[most people are wiped after a shift, after all]

[greyaria]

time for emily to learn about magical prosthetics

[wheyoftheadept]

Saturday sidles into the medical bay with a don't-mind-me air calculated to deflect any non-Emily medical personnel who might target her, and especially to avoid that really creepy head doctor lady who keeps looking at Saturday like she wants to vivisect her. Not out of malice, mind, just intellectual curiosity.

What Emily sees approaching her, if she's not familiar with Saturday already, is a small woman with dense musculature, pointed ears, messy black hair, and a metal arm covered in engravings. She's also torn both sleeves off her jumpsuit and repurposed them as clothe grips around her hands.

"Hey, doc. You free?"

[greyaria]

[Emily pays more attention to things than you'd know by her demeanor.]

None of us are free.

[She says that so cheerfully it takes a moment for the content of the sentence to hit. The Jorgmund medical staffer doing something a few stations down only registers the tone and doesn't react any more strongly than to glance up at the new arrival with mild curiosity.]

But I certainly have time to do a physical!

[wheyoftheadept]

It takes Saturday a second to get the joke, then she covers a smile.

"Sure thing, ma'm. Where do you want me?"

[greyaria]

The scanner is over here. [Emily gestures towards a Star Trek-looking bed with a big ring around it.] Unfortunately, I'll need to use physical electrodes to test the nerve conduction, but if you're not experiencing any numbness or persistent pain, I'm not worried.

[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.