I had lost about a Third of my blood by the time I was found on the street without my arm. The arm wasn't Savable. It had been obliterated in to little strands of flesh by the shrapnel; same with my eye. The only difference in all of this was that my eye was replaced on the table; all robotic and new. It was really quite a sight, even if my puns were terrible.
The Grid sector was only a few rooms down from the Helix sector. The Engineers would constantly get complaints from us for using really loud tools and engine mechanics. The sound would disturb patients with really bad headaches from blood loss. I normally didn't care. The Blood I had lost had made me easily irritated. The stump of my left arm throbbed as I Tried to reach for the side of the bed with my ghost arm. I felt as if it was still there, but yet, I didn't have it. I had to use my right hand to get up off the bed.
I was dressed in the Undergarments that were issued to wounded soldiers. They were like sweats; except they mainly were black. I walked out, my pale, barefoot feet dragging across the smooth concrete.
The Guards that were normally watching the med lab were outside. I could tell through the shadows seeping from below the door. The Soldiers knew me, but their orders were not to let anyone leave the med bay without authorization. I could respect that. With my wounds, I shouldn't be leaving anyway. I walked over to my desk, looking for my pen. When I grabbed it, it loosely slipped out of my hand as I gripped. I gripped it with my fist like a Primary school Crayon and dragged its tip in to my Commander's signature on a sticky note; it looking rough and tacky.
I walked back to the door, opening it, the guard immediately in front of the opening snapped to me, saying "Back insi-" as I flashed the note, opening the door in full. The Guard looks at me, Asking "Are you sure you're fit to leave..?" I nod, as I drag my barefoot feet out the door, the note still in hand. I walk down to the GRID sector, The Ambient humming from the room as they Drill holes and bolts in to things making my skin crawl.
I step in, looking around as I shout "For fuck sake, be quiet!" They all turn to me, an enraged expression on my face as they stop their tools. One of them walks up to me, The Unit that had been in the explosion with me as she shouts "Hey Someone's back from the dead!" I just step back a bit, the door open behind me, as the Unit says "Come on." She moves me outside, Motioning for everyone to continue their work.
The Hums and Grinds of metal bug my ears, but I ignore them. She looks at me, saying "You lost more than I did..." She chuckles. I nod, not saying anything. Red in the face from when I had shouted. She nods with me, saying "Not a person of many-"As I start to lose my balance, shifting to the side; she reaching over and rebalancing me.
She spoke fondly of her new hand. How it worked well for her. She said she didn't need a wrench anymore. The mechanical augments were always the best. I'm considering one for my stump..