(OOC: JP between SmokeEmpress and Rhysis)
It had taken a good deal of time to get all the patients stabilized. There were plenty of wounded to go around. When the life threatening injuries had finally been addressed, it was time to move on to the less severe wounds. Several of those could be handled via automation, but for the sake of speeding up the process, Zion did a fair amount of work, himself.
There was one patient, in particular that would have no use for the AMTC. Sebatian's arm wasn't a medical issue. It was a mechanical one. Thankfully, that wasn't an issue for Zion. He'd been an engineer before an accident cost him more than half his body, which was now replaced by cybernetic implants. That was the event that inspired him to study medicine. Now, he was an experienced doctor as well as an engineer experienced in cybernetic work.
Zion approached Sebastian only a few minutes after she woke up. "I'd ask your name, but being the only other Nepleslian with a cybernetic implant on the ship kind of gives away who you are, Santo Hei Sebastian Wells." He smiled, warmly. "My name is Lucas Zion. Most people just call me Zion."
The dark-skinned Nepleslian studied the doctor that came to her with a smile on his face. Her own features were not as open, though her body language at least showed that she was not prone to being hostile to anyone that came at her. She was just, out of her own nature, wary of anyone until she had had a chance to get to know them.
With a small frown, she nodded a bit, not too surprised that she'd be easily recognizeable. With a small shrug as well, she replied, "Zion. Good to know. I'm not used to the ranks, so Sebastian works for me." After a moment, she narrowed her eyes and added, "You...stitched me up." Though she had made it a statement, there was clearly a question in her eyes and voice. Almost as if she were not sure.
He nodded. "Of course. You were in pretty bad shape, too. Took me a little while to get all the work done." He pointed to her arm. "Sorry about having to wait on the arm. There were quite a few in about the same condition as you."
He took a few steps to the side and picked up a large case, which he set on a stand next to the bed. "But, they've been dealt with now. So we can deal with that arm. You remember how long before the shuttle took off from the planet that you lost control of it?"
Her bright green eyes watched him as he moved, oddly enough too used to the instruments he was gathering for this particular process. "I think my arm froze just before we took off. I don't really remember too much. I had to take stimulants just to keep going even with repairing what I could of the shuttle itself."
As she spoke she felt along her shoulder, looking for the places where she could detatch it and frowned some as she pressed the buttons, but nothing happened. It was as if the whole arm had lost power and not just become immobile. "Damn. That's a complication."
Zion shrugged. "Not a big deal. I have to work on my own implants quite a bit, and not all of them can be removed. I'll just deactivate the pain sensors manually."
It wasn't all that much of a process for him. Each implant had its own set of access panels for just this sort of work. He carefully maneuvered her arm, taking care to not over-strain the muscles where it was attached. He opened the first panel and shut off the contacts for the pain sensors, noting that nothing visibly or audibly happened.
Reaching for a specialized voltage tester, he made a few contacts with various points in the arm, then nodded. "Well there's problem number one." He looked at the manufacturer's stamp on the inside of her arm. "Thankfully, I've got a few spare power cells for all the major manufacturers. I'll make sure to order a few more for yours, just in case."
Removing a burned out power cell wasn't, exactly, the most common thing he'd done with implants, but it wasn't the first time. Her old one was out soon enough. It would have to be disposed of properly. He then, carefully, replaced it with a new cell, secured it into place, and tested the voltage, again. "Alright. You've got power. Try it now."
Sebastian sat there quietly, watching as Zion worked on her arm as much as he could now. At his mention of turning off the pain sensors, she frowned in confusion. As far as she knew, she wasn't able to do that! At least, that knowledge was kept from her when her father had her arm made and grafted to her shoulder.
"Turn off the pain sensors?" She pressed the buttons necessary and released the arm from her shoulder, blinking as, for the first time, it didn't hurt to remove it! "How did you...?" She looked up at him, wonder in her eyes, for she had tensed up at not quite sure what to expect. Now that the arm was removed, all that was seen was the scar tissue of her removed arm and the collar that held the arm itself in place.
"Pretty simple matter, really." The cyborg shrugged. "A lot of implants have the pain sensors able to be controlled like an additional muscle. It's useful at times, but you've got to be careful not to just leave them off. Ultimately all you're doing is turning off the registers for feeling. If you have to grab something hot or do something else that wouldn't, actually, damage the implant, it's not a big deal, but it's easy to over-extend its durability if you can't feel anything."
He took the arm and opened up another panel, running a scanner over various points as he spoke. "If you'd like, and if you're willing to go without it for a while, I should be able to modify it so you can control the sensors without having to open up the arm and switch them on and off. Though, " He glanced around the room. "that should probably wait until we're in a little more peaceful conditions."
Sebastian's features closed up at his seeming to think nothing of this. She didn't blame him nor did she think ill of him. It just disconcerted her of the fact that her father had opted to keep this kind of information from her. Even as she worked on her own arm, or allowed others to, she was never told of the ability to turn off the pain receptors and so, each time she took it off, it hurt. But she had learned to deal with the pain.
As he started to scan her arm, she listened and gave a small nod to him, "That would be...welcome. Hopefully, when we have some time, that would be worth looking into." She tugged at the gown she now wore and made a bit of a face. "Mind if I change as you work on that?"
Zion was focused on his work, at the moment. The ability to make conversation while doing so had only come about in the last couple years, mandated by an observation from a long-term physician that his bedside manner was...lacking. He nodded in response to her question.
"Sure, I'll take this out to the main treatment room while you change. Just open up the door whenever you're done." He gave her another smile, then took her arm, with his equipment, out to the next room.
Once he had left the room, Sebastian hopped off the bed and got to work. Someone had brought in a set of clean clothes for her, which she was grateful for. After checking the adjoining bath, she sighed in relief at the chance to get fully clean and did so without further ado. She was used to doing things with one arm for, though her cybernetic arm was relatively water resistant, it wasn't water proof and so she'd have to take her shower without it.
Once clean and dressed, she remained shoeless as she opened the door to indicate that she didn't need privacy anymore and sat back on the bed to wait for the doctor to finish with her arm and bring it in. During that time, Sebastian laid down, for she was growing rather weary. She was still recovering and her body was trying to tell her to rest. So she closed her eyes and waited, promptly falling asleep.
When he managed to get the appropriate section of the arm open, finding the issue was a relatively small matter. A bolt had come loose, locking the adjoining mechanism into place when it wedged up against the protruding bit of alloy. He removed the bolt, repositioned the arm, and put a new bolt in place.
After finishing the work, he brought the arm back into the room and set it on the table where his equipment had been. He left quitely, allowing her to sleep, and went out to check on the other patients still in the Medbay.