Four and a half hours later, I found myself lying in a mobile military medical unit, with only Piniki and a couple of Normie Doctors fretting over me.
The doctors were adamant that I needed to be rushed into surgery, mainly because not one of them fully understood how powerful my regeneration was nor how strong Piniki's healing could be.
In a sense, we were talking about literal magic, and as men of science and medicine, it was impossible for their minds to wrap around it.
Eventually, they became bystanders who would only check on me once an hour, allowing the pink healer to do what she wished, much to my dismay.
Hell, I'd much rather be cut into by the Frankenstein-esk Military Docs than spend more time with this girl who was acting like we were a married couple.
