Greenbrooke and Eggman studied the X- rays. Sonics body structure overall was holding up. The only main issue was the large, toeless paws.
"You see here-" Greenbrooke pointed at the center of Sonic's paw. "The main structure is still there, but it's been shrunken and The bones are quite brittle. The only thing that kept them from breaking is the large amount of muscle that's cushioning it."
"Well how should we fix that?"
" Robotnik, if we created this monster, we can better it."
"Of course... May I ask what you have in mind?"
"Well, I believe that if I can attach artificial claws to his paws, and cut away a bit of muscle, we may be able to give them function. Also, if you take a look at my design, we can create a paw that, besides from destroying, could also grab like one of those metal claws in a stuffed animal machine."
"But what about the bones? What if they break?"
"I am going to put an implant in, his bones will steadily grow stronger by using his own stem cells."
"Thats brilliant Dr!"
"Yes, let's move him into surgery."
Sonic awoke again with a terrible headache. He placed a hand on his head.
"Ow!" Sonic yanked his hand down and looked at it. Large, black claws extended from his finger tips.
"Sorry about that Sonic, the artificial claws don't fit into your transformation quite as we thought they would."
"What did you do this time?" Sonic glared at the doctor out of the corner of his eye.
"We gave Fury claws to match his paws. Of course, since they were added pieces, your transformation hasn't fully accepted them yet. And if you think they look wicked now, just wait till you see them when night comes."
"Wicked?"
"Cool, hip, whatever you kids say these days."
"Do I get a say in any of this? I feel like I'm being torn in two." Noticing he wasn't restrained, Sonic sat up, waiting for a chance to escape.
"Trust me Sonic, you're not." The doctor scribbled on a note pad. "You feel that way because your emotions have more control over you than you do over them."
"So what? You're a therapist now?" Sonic grimaced as a knife impaled his stomach, at least, that's what it felt like.
"Notice your not restrained Sonic. Its been almost a full week since you've last eaten."
"Doesn't hurt that bad. Ive been through worse." Sonic puffed out his chest and tried to appear strong, but knew he must look as hollow and empty as he felt.
"Im putting you on a high protein diet with lots of vitamin D and calcium and with as little fat as possible."
"Whatever doctor... When can I get out of here?"
"Sonic, I think you know the answer to that."
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