Once inside the hovercraft, Dr. D placed Kobra on a waiting stretcher. Two killjoys, Gasoline Extract and Shockwave Gunner, wheeled him quickly through the white hallways to the small hospital ward.
As soon as they were inside, they strapped Kobra to the stretcher so he wouldn't flail about.
Gasoline and Shockwave pulled on surgical gloves and masks before looking at each other worriedly.
"Have you ever done anything like this?" Gasoline asked as he examined a small scalpel.
Shockwave shook his head.
"Never anything this serious," he grimaced at the raw muscle of Kobra's legs. Both Gasoline and Shockwave were killjoy doctors, but neither of them had had any experience with someone whose legs had almost been lasered off.
Dr. Deathdefying and Missile Kid stood outside the ward, nervous. They had no idea what was going to happen to Kobra.
"He's going to be okay, isn't he?" Missile kid said suddenly, her eyes almost pleading. Dr. D looked down into her small face.
"I'm sure he'll be fine," he assured the girl, and himself.
Suddenly, the intercom that sat outside the hospital ward beeped. Dr. D pressed a small button, awaiting the message from inside the ward.
"Dr. D," came Shockwave's voice, "It's too serious. We can't repair it. We're going to have to amputate,"
Bile rose in Missile's throat as she heard the verdict. They were going to have to cut off Kobra's legs.
"Can you give him other legs?" Dr. D asked weakly,
"No, we don't have the materials," Shockwave spoke again, "The best thing we can do is get rid of the infected tissue before it spreads through the rest of his body,"
Dr. D nodded sickly, before realizing the killjoys could not see him. He quickly answered.
"Do what you have to do, motorbabies," Dr. D pressed the button on the intercom, ending the message.
Missile Kid looked up at Dr. D, horror plastered all over her face. Dr. D hugged her tightly, assuring her that Kobra would be alright.
Shockwave cancelled the message to Dr. D. He did not like that he would have to amputate Kobra's legs, but it was the only way they could keep him safe and alive.
Shockwave nodded at Gasoline, and the second killjoy readied a syringe full of anesthesia. Leaning forward, Gasoline lowered the needle into the skin of Kobra's wrist before pushing down the plunger, injecting the liquid into his blood stream.
After a moment or two, the Kobra Kid dozed off, and Shockwave and Gasoline prepared for the amputation.
However, they did not have the proper materials for amputation either. The only thing they had was two sterile saws. Gasoline gagged at what they had to do.
Each killjoy grabbed a saw, and took a leg. Shockwave bit back his revulsion as he brought the saw down on the sleeping killjoy's right leg and began to saw back and forward, cutting through the muscle like butter. But it was when he got to the bone that he began to get truly revolted. No matter how hard he tried, Shockwave could not just imagine he was cutting through a piece of firewood. It remained bone, and would remain bone in his mind.
Gasoline had the same thoughts as he sawed through Kobra's left leg, breaking new veins and arteries, causing the killjoy's blood to spill onto the white paper that lay on top of the stretcher.
Once the legs were separated from the rest of Kobra's body, Gasoline went to work sewing the skin back together, so no bone and muscle tissue was visible. Shockwave closed his eyes tightly as he placed the legs in a large, white bag. He was stunned at how limp they were, almost like a doll's legs. That disgusted him even more.
Once he'd placed the bag holding the killjoy's limbs down a chute that led to the incinerator, Shockwave returned to Kobra's side, poking a needle that was connected to a bag of blood in Kobra's arm. He'd lost a lot of blood during the operation, and needed more to stay alive.
Gasoline had finished sewing the skin together, and stood back to examine his work. The stumps that were once Kobra's legs were bruised black and blue, but they were sterile, and no more blood was leaking since Gasoline had repaired the broken veins and arteries.
The two killjoys walked back to Kobra's side, and on the count of three, they picked him up, sliding the bloodstained paper out from under him, replacing it with a fresh sheet.
Gasoline checked to make sure everything was working fine. Kobra's heart rate was only slightly above normal, but that was alright. All seemed to have gone well.
Shockwave and Gasoline removed their surgical masks and gloves, throwing them in the garbage before heading out into the hallway where Dr. D and Missile Kid were waiting. Dr. D gave both the killjoys a questioning look.
"The operation went well," Gasoline assured them, and Missile Kid heaved a sigh of relief.
"He should wake up in about a half an hour. You'll be able to see him then,"
Dr. D nodded, and Missile hugged the man tightly, her heart still beating a mile a minute. Kobra was alright. He was legless, but he was going to live. Missile had never felt so relieved.