“It still says that your right arm should be complete in two more days. Your left a day after that.” Carbon thumbed her way through his readout on a tablet, sipping from a bottle of water as she scanned the text scrolling by.
Alex had been asking about his progress every day since his head and neck were released more than a day ahead of schedule. “That’ll be a relief. It’ll be great to feed myself again. Not that I don’t appreciate the help.”
