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“Clean break,” Ellya said. She produced a pair of shears and ran them along Rodin’s sleeve, pulling the material away to reveal his deformed limb. “Hasn’t broken the skin, but I want to take a closer look. You need assistance walking?”
Rodin shook his head. “My legs are fine.”
“Quite. This way.”
She led him to a room filled with meditech equipment. Rodin recognised some of it, and assumed that the sleeve she ran over his arm was taking readings and internal images. She tapped at controls, and the machine hummed and clicked. With a nod she shut it down, clearly satisfied.
“We’ll apply a thin gel-cast,” the meditech said. “Shouldn’t stop you working, so long as you don’t use this arm.”
Rodin shrugged. “Not my first time.”
Ellya cast her condescending eye over him. “Doesn’t
