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trans_92011-07-30 03:11 am
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Adjustment Period [open]
The first thing he'd insisted on them fixing was the clone brand, but the surgery to fix his arm had come first, to allow all the tissue to heal right. His tendency towards fast healing was taking care of the rest. Then they got rid of the stupid clone brand after.
His hand was gone.
It was still a thought he had to get used to. One second it'd been there and now it was gone. It hadn't even been all the dramatic, like things like that were in the movies. It wasn't some moment over a gaping pit, with a villain chopping off his hand and revealing he was his father. He didn't have to saw it off to escape from some deadly trap, horror movie style.
There'd been a fight, he'd fallen on the teleporter pad, there'd been a bright light in front of his face and that was it. Apparently, it could happen just that easily.
Then again, it wasn't the first time he'd lost a hand--that same hand, in fact--but after healing for a thousand years under the North Pole, all the damage from the fight that had killed him had disappeared, and the thing had apparently regrown. So losing limbs wasn't exactly something he never expected would happen, when it already happened once. This time, he was fairly sure it wasn't going to grow back, though.
Ultimately, he decided that was okay. He was a little freaked out about it, but he'd cope. You rolled with the punches, right?
Sometimes you have to roll with the accidental amputations, too.
It was war. This stuff happened, it was going to keep happening, and at least it hadn't been his head.
It was war, and people got hurt in wars, just like you made decisions you weren't sure were the right ones. Just like his decision to let Moses free all the clones was one that was weighing on his mind. (He was just WAITING to hear from Leon on that one).
Superboy sat upright on his bed in Medbay, arm bandaged and in a sling, and played Tetris on his omnicom one-handed. Hopefully, they'd let him out of Medbay soon, and then...then he'd figure out the rest.
His hand was gone.
It was still a thought he had to get used to. One second it'd been there and now it was gone. It hadn't even been all the dramatic, like things like that were in the movies. It wasn't some moment over a gaping pit, with a villain chopping off his hand and revealing he was his father. He didn't have to saw it off to escape from some deadly trap, horror movie style.
There'd been a fight, he'd fallen on the teleporter pad, there'd been a bright light in front of his face and that was it. Apparently, it could happen just that easily.
Then again, it wasn't the first time he'd lost a hand--that same hand, in fact--but after healing for a thousand years under the North Pole, all the damage from the fight that had killed him had disappeared, and the thing had apparently regrown. So losing limbs wasn't exactly something he never expected would happen, when it already happened once. This time, he was fairly sure it wasn't going to grow back, though.
Ultimately, he decided that was okay. He was a little freaked out about it, but he'd cope. You rolled with the punches, right?
Sometimes you have to roll with the accidental amputations, too.
It was war. This stuff happened, it was going to keep happening, and at least it hadn't been his head.
It was war, and people got hurt in wars, just like you made decisions you weren't sure were the right ones. Just like his decision to let Moses free all the clones was one that was weighing on his mind. (He was just WAITING to hear from Leon on that one).
Superboy sat upright on his bed in Medbay, arm bandaged and in a sling, and played Tetris on his omnicom one-handed. Hopefully, they'd let him out of Medbay soon, and then...then he'd figure out the rest.
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A shrug.
"Another day or two and it'll be back to the usual."
Barring the changes to his life.
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"After all the stuff with the clones, and them cloning body parts on that planet -- we don't really know that Stacy's telling the truth, right? We don't know for sure where the cloned parts come from. We only have her word on it. I'd rather play it safe. And a mechanical hand would break if I used too much force or my teke. I've got one good hand and I've got telekinesis and that should be enough to get by."
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"It's...weird. How sudden it happened? One second it was there, and then it was gone. Wasn't even some huge, world-shaking, save-the-world fight, either."
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She was quiet for a few moments, just thinking.
"After all the things you go through more or less unscathed, it's hard to believe it actually happened to you... Least for me it was."
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"Makes you wonder what else might happen, if not to you then someone you care about." She lightly kicked the air just to keep active. "Though the possibility that I might get hurt again isn't as scary. It's more like 'been there, done that, what else you got?'"
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He knew she'd been through a hell of a lot.
"You can be honest. I know how that whole faking-that-you're-okay thing works. I do it all the time. You don't have to do that with me."