The medic with the dirt on her face just shook her head. "It got you here. That's all that matters."
"Please," Elias whispered, his breath pluming in the cold. "My leg... I can't walk." gent-081
Just let me know what you have, and I’ll get you the information you need! The medic with the dirt on her face just shook her head
And for the first time in a long time, Gent-081’s purpose outlived its power. "My leg
Patient comfort. Reduce stress. Hum a lullaby.
It stepped forward, hydraulic muscles whining softly. The man flinched, expecting cold, unfeeling claws. Instead, Gent-081 knelt—a slow, deliberate motion. Its manipulator arms, capable of tearing steel doors from their frames, extended with absurd delicacy. One set of digits gently cupped Elias’s back. The other slid beneath his knees, avoiding the fractured bone with a precision that a battlefield surgeon would have envied.