Suku reved the bone-saw in her hand.
"You ready for this?" The nurse asked hovering the cutting instrument over the designated slicing point.
"Just fucking do it. I can't stand to see that mangled piece of shit anymore." Ran growled, attempting to keep his eyes away from the cutting instrument and his soon-to-be stump.
"I think it's kind'a cute." Suku giggled, intentionally taking up time. "It's like, women have a reason to feel sorry for you. Hell, you might even get some now!"
"No thanks. I'll pay a few hundred DA to some girl when we get our shore leave. At least she won't be as likely to stab me in my sleep after. Unless I don't pay her." The Chief started to get a bit nervous "Fucking goddamn, just cut the motherfucker off already."
"Alright!" The Medical Officer replied cheerily, sinking the teethed-blade into Ran's leg. The small device dove sharply through his flesh, before cutting at the bone causing the blade to slow. Bits of blood and gore split and splatted on Suku's face, apparently she had gained the Alliance's Medical Officer's ability of dealing with such messy sights.
"So, what do you plan to do for shoreleave?" said the working Doctor to the drugged Marine.
Though the Chief was filled to his eyeballs with painkillers, the sheer trauma of the operation nearly caused him to pass out. The only thing that stopped him was the horrible pain coming from his foot, as well as a genuine fear of passing out in the presence of this particular medical officer.
"What the fuck else do I do on shoreleave? I'm guaranteed to get drunk, more than likely will test out the ass-kicking ability of my new limb, and will probably end up in the drunk tank."
Suku sliced through the bone, the saw making a hard thunk on the table as it finished it's dive through the Marine's mangled limb. With little concern for how the Marine would feel about it, she grabbed the severed limb by the ankle and cast it across the medbay. She slung the bloodied limb across the tables and on the floor, and getting a small amount more of blood on herself and her patient.
"You do know you're only getting a prosthetic, right?" Suku mentioned, arching a brow at the Marine as she walked over to the cabinents to grab some gauze to slow the bleeding. She came back and started to dab the bleeding stump.
"That's a bit disconcerting. Don't we have...healthcare or some shit like that?" The Chief spat some blood out from his mouth as his limb was flung across the floor like a prom night mistake into a dumpster. Watching her dab at his limb and trying to forget about the horrible, searing pain, the Chief tried humor.
The painkillers almost caused him to mention her panties. But she would probably just let him bleed out right on the table if he mentioned it. So, instead, he asked "If you kiss it, it'll feel better" The Chief wriggled his stump at that.
Suku looked up at Ran for a moment as she dabbed at his legs. The fact that the Chief was able to do something other than complain surprised her. She smiled at him likely, actually liking the joke.
"You're cute, Rui." She said, almost mockingly as she stood up and walked over to small closet that housed the prosthetics, "Stupid, but cute." For a moment, she dissappeared into the house of limbs, before coming out with a prosthetic that was Ran's size. She wiggled the thing in his face before setting it down on his stomach.
"That's your temporary limb until we can order a cybernetic that's custom made for you." explained Suku as she strolled over to a small toolbox, pulling out a few gizmos that would help her attach the leg.
You're cute, Rui.
The Chief had nothing to say at that. There was a feeling of suspicion, fear, and a sense of being violated mixed with the dull pain coming from his stump. Ran simply nodded at her when she waved the prosthetic limb like a giant personal phallus in front of him.
Suku came back over dragging a small stool with her as she went and sat down next to the stomp. The Doctor grabbed the limb and placed it in front of the severed area.
"Now stay still, or I'm going to sew this own backwards." she warned him, carefully positioning the leg. When it was in place, she broke a seal on the part that connected with him, causing a small ooze to leak out. She pushed the two masses together and began to work at managing the attachment of his nerves and rerouting of his blood vessels. Her eyes and arms were the only things that moved, she appeared allmost enraptured by her work until she spoke, not looking at him. "Say, care to explain how a little girl like that kicked your fucking knee in? I mean, you're a grown god-damn man."
The Chief was dazzled by the pain as the Medical Officer went to work on his new prosthetic. For some reason, he had the idea that he was feeling more pain for a reason.
"How about you explain to me how a little girl like that survives being shot three times?"
"Simple, you didn't hit anything vital. She however, had enough force in her leg to reverse your god damn knee." Suku spoke, one of her eyebrows raising to show her attitude as she still paid attention to her work.
"Somehow, when three .45 slugs enter your body, I'm pretty sure you don't keep on fighting because it didn't hit shit. Besides, the hydrostatic shock produced by those rounds still fucks up everything around it." The Chief had been shot before, and as shooting people was his profession, he had a basic idea of what bullets do to human bodies.
Suku set down the prosthetic utensils as the seams of Ran's legs were closed. If the Chief looked at his leg, he'd see the doll-jointed leg that had replaced his previous leg. It was an industrial yellow color with small bands of text going around it that said 'TEMPORARY'. He would necessarily have full feeling just yet, it would almost sense as if he was slightly numb.
"Well, we'll just stick to the fact that you're a pussy when fighting women." said the doctor, standing up with a sigh, wiping some of the blood off her face. She poined over at where she had tossed his leg, "You want your boot?"
The Chief sat up on the table, dangling both feet of the right side and slowly bringing the new prosthetic up and down, trying to get used to the feel of it.
"Yes, I would like the boot. Might as well keep up a semblance of normalcy here."
The Medical Officer strolled over to the severed leg and pulled the boot off, along with the sock underneath. With that done, she went back over to the table and set the blood-stained boot and smelly sock down in front of him. She looked down at his bare legs.
"You want your pants too?" Suku muffled a chuckle.
The Chief chuckled a bit at that, getting down from the table and standing on his two feet, stomping his left just for the hell of it. "Yeah, that would be good. The one thing I don't need is to get my ass kicked by some girl who saw me walk around with no pants."
"You make it sound like that wouldn't happen anyway." she laughed, picking up Ran's pants and throwing them at his face. With that, she turned and walked over to the monitor on her desk, pulling up the keyboard. "When you feel like it, walk some of the pussy off of you and get over here. We have to fill out this Cybernetic Requisition Form."
"What the fuck ever" The Chief simply dismissed all the rest of what she said and walked on over there.
Heheh, I got a form you can fill out, alright. Heh.
Grinning at that, the Chief simply stood there and waited for her to give him a writing implement with which he could use to write his name on a piece of paper. Just curious, the Chief attempted to make out an outline of whatever undergarment Suku wore. Just in case he had to make another raid to get some more money.
"Just some regular bureacratic bullshit. Name, data, age, how fucking fat you are, and all that shit." Suku went on looking up and down the screen, tacking away on the keyboard.
"I did want to ask you somethin', though." piped the Medical Officer, her eyes cutting from the edge of her vision at him. If she was his mother, he could've probably thought he was in trouble.
Though the Chief's mother died far too early for him to develop a sense of knowing when a woman was about to rail him, his numerous encounters with prostitutes and female caretakers had helped him develop this skill.
"...What?"
"I was out-processing one of your squadmates yesterday," she said, looking between the screen and him as she typed. "He had some serious injuries, so he was seriously drugged up. I asked him if he was alright before I let him go, and he started freaking out. Next thing you know, he starts screaming, 'I didn't do it!', over and over in a stupor, like some fucking raging maniac."
She stopped for a moment and looked at Ran dead in the eyes. "When I talked that fuckhead today? He said to talk to 'you' about it."
The Chief immediately started thinking about dead babies and Neko sex slaves in order to suppress any sort of emotion that he would display at that. The Chief simply pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and puffed it.
"No clue. Combat is stressful to different people in different ways."
Before the man could say anything, the violent medical officer whipped out a scalpel and slashed at Ran. The movement was so quick, he would've been likely suprised to see the cigarette away from his mouth and on the end of the tiny blade. She held the tip of the medical instrument to his face, the cigarette still lit. Her angry face seemed to be all she wanted to do in a way of conveying a message to him.
The Chief, very carefully, reached and picked the cigarette off of the blade. He then placed it in his mouth, without puffing it. As it was, he had already been through his knee being kicked in. And seeing as the jig may have well been up, simply asked
"You mad?"
She swiped the scalpel at him again, stealing the cigarette from his mouth another time.
"What the fuck do you think?" Suku said angrily.
You mad.
Was his only response. He hoped that the other medical officers would come and stop the bleeding from any horrible cuts he would receive.
The geshrin put her hand infront of his face. Her palm was up, as if asking for something.
"Give them to me." She said, her face showing that she wasn't going to put up with excuses.
Oh fuck.
"...They're either in my duffel bag. Or--."
Suku stopped him at 'duffel bag'.
"What the fuck do you mean, you god damn retard? You just pulled one out." She spat back at him, once again not appearing one for excuses.
"Oh. Yes."
The Chief pulled out the pack of cigarettes. And handed them to Suku.
"Here."
"Smoking in a medical bay, fuck. How stupid are you?" She said, throwing the cancersticks in the trash. Suku shook her head and started typing again. With a deep sigh, she looked back up at him. "Alright, do you want the cybernetic uncovered or covered?"
The Chief gulped silently.
He had just dodged a major fucking bullet. To cope with the stress, the Chief simply pulled out a single cigarette stashed in his right pocket and ate it. "Let's keep it covered."
Suku's face curled in disgust as she watched the man eat the cigarette.
"That's fucking gross." She shook her head and went on the list, "Do you want any special features to your legs?"
"Nothin' too flashy." The Chief held up his cybernetic right arm. Rather unpolished, and somewhat blocky. "All I need is something reliable that can cave in someone's chest cavity if need be."
"How about enhanced servos that allow you to kick like a horse?" Suku raised an eye brow, "We cut it off above the knee, so you could do that."
"I'm on a budget."
"The DIoN is paying for this."
"Oh, shit. Howabout that, and a compartment for a combat knife, then?"
If the Chief didn't have to pay for any of this bullshit, he might as well try to milk the system for as much as possible.
"Alright, enhanced servos... small knife compartment..." Suku tacked away, entering his requests. Then, with a sharp tack of the enter key, she looked back at him. "Give it a day or two, and they'll have your leg in. Though, I sure as hell ain't going to be here until we need to get back."
"That's all fine and dandy."
At that, the Chief started to make his way for the door.
Man, it would have been a tragedy if she asked about the panties...
