54 Chapter 54: King Of The Face of God Part 1

For the longest time, all Chris could do was lie on his back, sip broth, and not die.

Voices and faces blurred around him. When he tried to reach out to them, his suit clamped down and would not let him move.

When the suit did move, the result was always painful. A violent twist to seat his shoulder more firmly in place. A ripple down the torso to encourage the healing of cracked ribs. It was like living inside a physical therapist who was also a boa constrictor.

Then one day, Chris's suit decided he'd had enough rest.

His body jerked under a powerful electric shock, applied everywhere, all at once. Chris gasped, cried out as another shock jerked his arms and legs up. Unaided, he would have been bedridden, but the suit pushed and prodded him upright.

The AI, unreachable now with his HUD-bindi lost, still thought Chris was in hostile territory. And it wasn't wrong. Chris had to be on his feet.