Nathan's Wrath

~Nathan~

I blinked, disoriented and unsure of how long I had been out. The room around me was sterile, bright lights glaring down from above. I felt strange, different, and my vision seemed off, like I was seeing the world through a different lens.

Gingerly, I reached up to touch my face, my movements feeling foreign and clumsy. My fingers brushed against cool metal, not the familiar warmth of my skin. Panic surged through me, and I turned my head to look at my arm—only to see that it wasn't my arm anymore. It was a metal appendage, sleek and robotic, with joints and segments that moved almost seamlessly.

"Motor function looks good so far," a voice said, clinical and detached.

I turned my head towards the voice, seeing a figure in a white coat. Dr. Grey stood there, her expression calm and professional. "How's your pain level, Nathan?" she asked, her eyes scanning a tablet.