An other day goes by. James Is not used to wait and do nothing. He tries to keep himself occupied. He reads, watches the news.
"Dammit! Is there nothing about us? Nothing about what happened recently?"
He switches off the TV as one of the nurses comes in. She brings some equipment he knows very well. The thing from the advertisements, synth-skin
"Let's take care about that arm shall we? It might be better to put back a little something to make you feel at ease with this cybernetic prosthesis."
She holds out here hand for James to let her take care of his metal arm.
"At ease? What do you mean, at ease?... Nah, leave it like that, I don't need a rubber glove to feel at ease."
She doesn't insist and leaves the room.
"At ease... How could you feel at ease with a piece of metal attached to you body... Only hidden by a rubber glove like thing they dare to call skin..."
He stands up, walks around, back and forth. Keeps walking in and out of the smokers area.
Not saying a word to anyone. Thinking to himself only, stocking up more and more anger towards the enemies of the republic
