the sound of footsteps against sterile tile dominated the air, accompanied by the idle noise of medical technology. it was here, at a massive hospital building, where prima found her career; general surgery, a senior clinician these days. it wasn't so long ago that she was a resident; practicing under the supervision of a senior. now she was the senior, as evidenced by the recent operation.
four GSWs, four visible entrance wounds with two visible exit wounds. two .22 rounds still embedded in the patient, removed after a few hours of surgery. what was noted, was the patient possessed two cybernetic prosthetics of the left and right arms, as well as a head of long black hair. whispers started quickly, of course, but prima dismissed them. she wasn't in the business of rumours, she was in the business of helping people and keeping them alive.
she'd been told that the patient was recovering quite well post-operation. anesthesia side effects were surprisingly quick to dissipate, and other physical injuries had been treated already. she'd also been informed the patient wasn't very talkative, and was refusing to remove a bandana. what struck her curiosity was the hospital allowing it where normally they wouldn't, with certain administrative staff simply telling her to not worry about it. the presence of this patient was having a peculiar effect on the hspital, to say the least.
so, why not satisfy curiosity?
dressed in her standard deep blue hospital scrubs, short-sleeved with no cap, she chose to check on the patient herself. partially to ensure their recovery was going smoothly, and partially to figure out the things that didn't add up to her. she may have a human body, but she was first a computer. computers aren't fond of irregularities, for good reason.
pulling up a nearby seat and sitting gently, she began to speak; a gentle voice. genuine, yet almost naturally curious in every word that exited her mouth.
" hey, so, i'm prima. one of the general surgeons that operated on you. i just wanted to check in and see how your recovery was going; the state you came in was...well, it wasn't pleasant i imagine. are you feeling okay? "
she gave them a small smile of reassurance; a glint in her eye, but not of malice. she'd noticed one of her cybernetic prosthetics had suffered minor damage. likely a slightly disloged rotor and a few damaged circuit endings. prima chose not to bring that up, at least not yet; the patient's comfort and health came first. her curiosity would come later.
