@Profgast____
Bloody hell, well i'm glad you did! been far too long eh?! Come on through, catch me up!
Evan lifted the door section of the bar and let you through as it clanked heavily back down on its hinges behind you.
He pushed the back-room door open and a smell of stale beer and cigs hit you as you walked down the narrow corridor full of empty barrels to the office.
Kicking out a spare chair from under the desk, he gestured for you to sit as he pulled a bottle of whisky from the old-skool filing cabinet along with two dusty glasses.
So, how the hell have you been? He smiled warmly at you and raised the glass in a toast.
Prost, nazdrovye, cheers and all that shite!
@Zwei_____
The poor doc began to answer your question as your flurry of activity overtakes your conscious stream of thought, standing silent as you regain your composure.
Its ok, really, its a lot to take in. To answer your first question, i'm not going to lie to you. The superficial damage often clears within days, weeks, but the deeper, more affected tissue can often be too badly damaged to repair, leaving a long standing defecit. Years ago, we would have had nanites to debride the damage done and promote repair of damaged tissues but that's no longer the case. We unfortunately have to do this the old way, using lots of intensive physiotherapy sessions to recruit the body's own ability to reprogram. Ultimately we won't know exactly how the damage manifests itself until we've done a lot of tests and examined your mother's abilities as she recovers. For tonight we'll keep her sedated, give her brain the opportunity to rest and begin the repair process. She should be down from MRI any time soon. Feel free to access the ward at any time, the duty nurses will give you an RFID so you can come and go. I would recommend that you get some rest yourself tonight, she'll need you to be strong for her in the coming days and weeks.
She smiled and touched your arm in a friendly, reassuring manner and left the room.
You slumped into the chair, head in hands and fought back a sob.
Your mind raced with all the things you'd need to organise, modifications to the home, care packages and such but the heavy double firedoors of the ward shut and the hustle of pairs of feet and beeping of monitors mixed with hushed voices denoted the arrival of your mum, back from her scan.
She was an ashen grey, an oxygen mask covered most of her face and her face was furrowed, as if pained. A pale blue blanket covered her body except for her left hand, where the mass of cabline and giving sets connected to the ports installed into her veins to allow drugs to be administered swiftly.
A young nurse and a porter wheeled her into the room, the nurse smiling at you in recognition as the senior charge nurse entered the room.
The young nurse handed over to the charge nurse, reeling off a list of drugs administered and changes in her vital signs over the last hour. The charge nurse furiously annotated an AR terminal according to the info given to her and the porter and young nurse left, their duty done.
I'm Sister Jones, I'll be co-ordinating your mother's care and her rehab. I believe Dr Chang explained your mother's condition to you?
Looking at the full locker she smiled, thank you for bringing that in, you have no idea how much comfort it brings patients to have their own things with them.
I'll give you some time together now, but its getting late. You need some rest yourself.
The door closed and left you alone with your mum, just the gentle sound of the oxygen rasping through the piping and the rythmic beeping of the cardiac trace on her monitor to puncture the layer of silence that blanketed the room.
@Saithor________
The gangers that could see the phantasm shouted in a panic and ran for cover, causing the man in the window to laugh and disappear back into the room.
They yelled into their links as they screamed for backup and you knew that time was now of the essence.
