Enough To Kill You (2)

"And... Done." Alice mumbled, "I did what I could. The wound has been cleaned and sealed."

"Thanks for the help," Arnold replied while Alice began gathering the bandages soaked in his blood. 

He thought the loss of an arm wouldn't bother him too much but he was wrong. He felt like shit. The only good thing about the entire ordeal was... Well, he'll get a new and better arm... Maybe? He wasn't too hopeful. After all, how could a mechanized arm replace one made by nature? His main concern at the moment was regarding his abilities. 

You see, even if he gets a prosthetic arm, Arnold wouldn't be able to cast any of his abilities using that arm. Which was his biggest concern among everything. However, it wasn't all gloom and doom for him. He was a creationist. So having a mechanical arm was a blessing as well. Maybe, if his luck favours him, he'll be able to use blood runes on himself making him stronger. As usual, his imagination was the only limit he had.