He phased in and out of consciousness as he was transported from the Burning Skies to the Dandy Lions Head Quarters.
“He’ll get through it, he’s been through worse...”
“Shou... led... to... death.”
The voices sounded muffled, his ears were ringing from tinnitus, silence caused this. Silence was also the source of his introspection, when he was alone his brain goes into overdrive, analysing every word and action no matter how inconsequential, it helped him optimise his life. Rationalize others death. He was ruthless, according to anyone with a sense of morality.
Jennifer, Papa’s assistant looked to the doctor:
“Will he be alright?”
“It will take awhile for the plating to take, the body likes to reject these things, he has had so many modifications already that it should go faster than normal. He’s lucky it only took a chunk of his torso, it just missed his heart.”
His heart? I doubt he uses it, gods know I’ve tried get to it. Jen thought in silence, she twiddled he necklace. Her thinking was broken by the doctors continued explanation:
“He is slowly becoming more machine than man, I couldn’t imagine the position he’s in.”
He awoke, choking on the intubation tube that went into his lungs, his large mechanical hand grasped the tube and yarded it out of his throat, with the complete lack of finesse he began coughing up blood and proceeded to puke. The panic alleviated after his coughing fit, he relaxed, he was now lying on his stomach staring at the mixture of bodily fluids on the ground, he ignored it and subsided to rest. A nurse, the doctor, and Jen walked in on the scene, shocked, they looked at him, he seemed to be breathing normally so the nurse simply cleaned the mess and left him to sleep.