She’d healed him frequently in the previous weeks, enough to know that he was remarkably alert in a body that refused to cooperate or carry out the tasks he wanted it to.
Much like the chimera components, though in a very different way.
Not so different from Bonesaw’s creations in that respect.
Hey, that’s my comparison, dammit!
She’d healed everything but his brain, had altered his digestive system and linked it to his circadian rhythms so he went to the bathroom on a strict schedule, to reduce the need for diapers.
Clever.
Other tune-ups she’d given him had been aimed at making him more comfortable, reducing stiffness and aches and pains. It was the least she could do.
Yeah, even if you wouldn’t heal his brain, it sounds like he was lucky to have you.
Now she had to focus on his brain. The needle had drawn ragged cuts through the arachnid layer, had injected droplets of acid into the frontal lobes.
Arachnid layer? Sounds like Skitter’s domain…
More damage, in addition to what Leviathan had inflicted with the head wound, and it was swiftly spreading.
Yeeeeah, acid to the brain? I think that might be bad.
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