After running into a firefight with a group of arms dealers with more firepower than you could handle, your lucky to be alive, but you might not be for much longer if you don't get some help soon. Your currently suffering from multiple gunshot wounds, and bleeding profusely. You need immediate medical attention if your going to survive. Fortunately, you know just the place, an illegal clinic and research laboratory run by a long time acquaintance of yours, Dr. Franklin Stein, that is if you can make it there before you pass out from the blood loss. Luck is on your side however and you manage to hang on long enough to reach the place. The automated video camera follows your movements as you stagger up to the back door of the clinic and hit the buzzer.
"Doc! Doc, let me in! I'm hurt bad this time, I don't think I can make it without your help!" you plead. Apparently Doc was watching the security feeds, because almost immediately you get a response.
"Amanda? Back again already? This is the forth time you've been here this month, and you haven't even paid me for the last three yet!" The doctor complained in that deep gravelly voice of his.
"I know, I know, and I'm sorry! I promise I'll give you the money as soon as I get it. Now open the damn door before I bleed out all over the sidewalk!" you demand.
"Are you kidding?! This isn't a charity I'm running here! If you want medical treatment, and you can't pay your bill, than your going to have to agree to be my guinea pig for one of my experiments." the doctor demanded.
"Fine, alright already! I'll do it! But if you don't hurry up and let me in you'll be experimenting on a corpse!" you answer, getting more and more frantic by the moment as you start to feel lightheaded from the blood loss.
The door slides open and you rush in and almost immediately collapse upon a nearby operating table.
Doc moves over to the operating table. After taking a quick look at your wounds he gives a low whistle. "You weren't kidding about it being serious. Just another hour or so and you never would have made it. But don't worry, I can fix you up." he reassures you, filling a syringe with a yellowish liquid that you assume is some sort of anesthetic. Before he can give it to you though, you stop him.
"No Doc, I want to be awake for this." you inform him.
"No, you really don't. I'm going to have to operate, some of the bullet shrapnel is buried deep, and there's no way I can do what needs to be done with you moving around while I'm trying to splice your internal organs back together." he lectured you.
"Alright fine, do what you have to." you agree reluctantly. "Just one more thing though. That experiment your planning? It's nothing bad is it? I mean I won't come out with an extra head or green skin or something will I?" You ask worriedly.
Doc laughs. "No, I think you'll like it. It's a new treatment I've been working on to repair old scar tissue back to it's original healthy condition. You won't look quite so much like a puzzle anymore, you'll be more like the pretty girl you were when we first met." he explained.
"Okay, I guess that's not so bad. See you in a couple of hours Doc." you say, allowing him to inject you with the drug, causing you to fall into a deep sleep.
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