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Reggie Waverly came in, bleeding from the hand and cursing the whole while. Doc was getting ready to leave when he arrived, Reggie's cursing getting his attention.
"Reggie, old Boy, what on Canaria is wrong with you?" he asked of him with a half smile before realizing what was wrong.
"Judas PRIEST!" exclaimed Doc as he took a clean rag and covered the hand as he escorted him to a treatment room.
As he treated his hand, he listened to Reggie talking about bad crops as he began cleaning his hand.
"I can treat this and even put on some synthe skin but I'll need more time another day to do something with that missing finger," he stated. Only nodding the acknowledgment, Reggie kept ranting about bad crops, going to Newcastle and something about Gallia.
The skin was gone from the palm of the hand. Knowing how painful it was, he gave him an injection of morphine to dull the pain and then administered an anti-biotic to clean it. He then went to a kit in the room and pulled out a square of synthe skin and began to measure it up. Pealing the adhesives from it, he applied it and began going over it with a laser like device. Slowly, the skin meshed with his own, completely covering the wound. While it looked almost natural, one could tell what it was and the only real side effect was that one couldn't feel through the skin. But for now, the damage was fixed.
"When you get back and find time, Reggie, I can fix that hand like new if you want," Doc told him.
Still, Reggie's mind was on something else. Satisfied with his treatment and in a rush to leave, he thanked him and left the facility as fast as he had entered, the difference being that he wasn't cursing in pain.
Doc could only shake his head and snicker. Finished for the day, Doc hung up his smock and headed home.
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