On the Trail Of
We found someone who might be able to help me out: a healer. Healers, at least true psionic good ones, are rare, so he's expensive but Nagi bargained a better rate for me on a bulk basis by saying he'd bring his organization's injured business the guy's way.
While doing various scans to try to figure out the damaged areas before he gets here, we found out that I have some kind of metal implant inside my skull. We're all really pissed off right now.
And good thing we didn't do an MRI first.
Now you might ask, Schu-Schu, how could you, cynic and constant traveler that you are, have a metal implant inside your skull and not know? Well, Virginia, all my doctoring used to be done by Eszett--people like me, Brad, and Nagi have special health needs, you know--and I haven't gotten a head injury requiring scans since. I'm just that good. I also have official medical papers that give me a pass through metal detectors. There's a bullet lodged in my back near my spine that nobody removed because nobody wanted to take the chance of crippling me and destroying my usefulness, and I have a lot of small metal and glass shrapnel under my skin from a car crash in my early 20s. (Brad was so impressed that I was still killing the guy even in the wreckage.) Sometimes tiny bits of car still work their way out through my skin even to the present day. I know I look great, considering, but that's due to how well and quickly I heal, a talent that made my recent decline even more of a kick in the head to all of us.
But what about all that hair I have, wouldn't I notice if some had been shaved off to make it neater to get into my skull? Eszett used to shave heads as a punishment gesture. As you can imagine, I'd been buzzed a few times.
And they had some healers who could have speeded up the healing process big time to make it more undetectable.
Of course, our next questions are, What was it put in there to do? and Is it contributing to or causing a lot of my problems? We do know that it's not a tracking device, and if it's an explosive I'm sure Eszett would have triggered it years ago, but that's it.
While doing various scans to try to figure out the damaged areas before he gets here, we found out that I have some kind of metal implant inside my skull. We're all really pissed off right now.
And good thing we didn't do an MRI first.
Now you might ask, Schu-Schu, how could you, cynic and constant traveler that you are, have a metal implant inside your skull and not know? Well, Virginia, all my doctoring used to be done by Eszett--people like me, Brad, and Nagi have special health needs, you know--and I haven't gotten a head injury requiring scans since. I'm just that good. I also have official medical papers that give me a pass through metal detectors. There's a bullet lodged in my back near my spine that nobody removed because nobody wanted to take the chance of crippling me and destroying my usefulness, and I have a lot of small metal and glass shrapnel under my skin from a car crash in my early 20s. (Brad was so impressed that I was still killing the guy even in the wreckage.) Sometimes tiny bits of car still work their way out through my skin even to the present day. I know I look great, considering, but that's due to how well and quickly I heal, a talent that made my recent decline even more of a kick in the head to all of us.
But what about all that hair I have, wouldn't I notice if some had been shaved off to make it neater to get into my skull? Eszett used to shave heads as a punishment gesture. As you can imagine, I'd been buzzed a few times.
And they had some healers who could have speeded up the healing process big time to make it more undetectable.
Of course, our next questions are, What was it put in there to do? and Is it contributing to or causing a lot of my problems? We do know that it's not a tracking device, and if it's an explosive I'm sure Eszett would have triggered it years ago, but that's it.