xp_logs | Hank & Cammie: Off with the Cast!

Cammie hobbles down to medlab to get her cast removed.

Cammie was looking forward to getting the cast off. And that was putting it mildly. She was tired of the hobbling around shit. At least the crutches had gone south with the walking cast, but that was still one cast too many. So this was one of the few times she actually eagerly went down to the medical lab, even though there’d be the toxicity testing on top of it.

“I’m so ready to lose this thing,” Cammie said.

The blue doctor stepped out of his office and strolled into the main exam room, "I'm glad to hear that, because we'll need to do a toxicity test before removing it." Hank smiled and offered a hand to Cammie.

“Have I ever told you how much I despise you?” she asked, though there wasn’t a hint of malice in her voice. She was an ass, but there wasn’t any point to be overly rancorous about this. It was now a fact of life.

"Only every time you come in, Cammie, only every time," Hank chuckled to himself and removed the toxicity tester from its place in one of the many storage cabinets around the room. "Now then, let's get started, shall we?" it wasn't really a question as he was already hooking up the device before Cammie could answer.

“Hey, this is the only place I come without bandages,” she said, holding out her arm while it was hooked up, “Honestly, how much data do you get from this anyway?”

"Most of the data is about how your body is processing the toxins that you're creating, but we also get handy information on what sorts of toxins and what effects they have on those of us whom are not immune. It also tells me how much you've been using your discharge ability and even what you've been eating- given that it affects what sorts of toxins you produce." Hank smiled and nodded when the machine beeped, "There, that wasn't so bad, was it? Care for a lolly?"

“Nah, couldn’t taste it. Now, take this ugly thing off of me,” Cammie said, lifting up her leg.

"Of course," he said with a slight sigh. Picking up an electric bone saw he revved the tiny motor and peeled back his lips, "Let's get that cast off you!" Of course he was joking and turned the bone saw off a few seconds later, but Cammie was already looking white as a sheet.

“Jesus, you’re insane,” Cammie said, “Just take it off. I’m tired of all the hobbling.”

"Now who's no fun?" Hank chuckled, picking up a pair of surgical scissors. Within seconds the cast was split down the middle and off. "There, all better."

Cammie held up her leg and winced, “Oh gross. I guess I’ll be wearing pants for awhile.” She supposed she should have expected as much, but besides being in sore need of a wax, the leg was a pasty whitish green.

"All I can tell you is that looks perfectly normal- looks like it healed nicely in fact." Hank set down the scissors and tapped a few notes into her chart.

“Oh, so anything you take out of a cast is going to look that gnarly?” Cammie asked.

"In terms of legs, yes," Hank replied. "Do you want to keep the cast?"

“No. Fuck, why would I?” Cammie asked.

Hank shrugged and cut the cast twice more, quartering the hard plaster, "Some people attach sentimental value to them- though I can see that you would rather just be rid of it." With that, he deposited the cast in a bio-hazard bin and turned back to his patient. "So, shall we speak on your rehabilitation therapy?"

“Yeah, might as well get that all figured out,” Cammie said with a sigh. “It’s just going to be oodles of fun.”