Desert Base- Bedside Manners

Dash decided to ignore the fact you're not supposed to answer a question with another question and retaliated with this:

"Where am I?? What happened?? I can't feel my legs..."

Dash paused. Did he? He thought back... for some reason, his memory was... awfully murky. Was it because of medication? Ah, wait, there's a bit of memory...

"... I was in a desert? I think I was..."

What was it he was doing? Oh yes...

"... delivering a pizza to a prank call..."

And then what happened?

"... can't remember what else..."

"Dr. Finitevus...?"

That name sounded... familiar... though from where he couldn't place it. He'd heard it somewhere, he knew he had, but he hadn't a clue where.

Strangely enough though, it made him feel... better, less worried. Like he was with someone he could trust.

He could trust this guy, right?

Of course he could. He was the surgeon responsible for him. Why shouldn't he trust him?

"What happened to me...?"

...


Silence.

"... yeah."

The tenrec listened the sounds of the Dr.'s parting footsteps, and then the following silence.

For a long time, he did nothing, barely even moving, except for the very minut movement involved in breathing. And then... he lifted his good arm to reach over to the one that was, apparently, now missing. He seemed somewhat surprised when his fingertips grazed something, and frowned at it's texture. Unnatural. The Dr. did say he was a prosthetics specialist... Dash's hand traveled down the arm, getting a feel for it. So strange. He sort of... well, took his limbs for granted.

But you know, that was probably because you never ever friggin expected to loose them.

He frowned, and struggled to sit himself up, then reached down to where his legs should be. And, once again, he found something, but something unnatural and unfamiliar.

His face contorted again, but this time into an expression of anger. Falling back onto the bed, he wondered, various thoughts and questions swirling in his mind.

And, of course, being a tenrec, and being an angry one, that meant that his pillow was now full of a great deal of spines. It never really was very comfortable for him to be on his back, and this didn't help now either.

Wincing a bit at getting jabbed by his own dislodged spines, he fumbled around for the call button before clicking it. He had too many questions. And also, he wanted a new pillow without spines in it.

The tenrec was still frowning, trying to sort out which question to ask first.

Finally settling on something, he gestured to his new limbs.

"What are these?"

Prosthetics, he knew that, but what good were they if he couldn't move them?

The tenrec bristled a bit more. He knew that much.

"But do they do anything? What about my eyes??"

Okay, well, that was better then being bedridden and blind for the rest of his life, but still.

He continued to bristle, and inadvertently kill the pillow with even more holes.

"... is there anyone here to see me? Like my family?"

Aaand that sucked all the wind out of sails. The angry wind.


"... no one?"

The tenrec seemed to sink in the bed. The bed filled with spines. However, that detail he didn't seem to notice.

Or not care about, at the moment.

"... were they even notified?"

Had the tenrec not been blind at the moment, he'd of stared at pangolin with an expression of confusion. However, he was blind, so he just had to go with the expression.

"... what are you talking about?"

"..."

Well, his name did sound familiar...

"... sort of? I mean... I remember your name..."

What was going on??

"What?! What are you talking about??"

It... sounded sort of familiar, but...