MistingWolf
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In my story, The Changing Angel, my main character gets into an accident and loses her right arm. She does indeed get a highly-advanced prosthetic. A friend who had been reading my story had made the comment that everything - getting the prosthetic in general from surgery to recovery - was all too convenient. I have to agree with him. Here is how it stands now:
Iris went to her bike, brushing away the new spider web, carefully avoiding the spider, and headed down the trail. Soon she approached the end of one of its hills, and stopped. This was one of the more tricky hills, since the bike trail cut right though town, including a road. Trees and hedges blocked her view of the street. She grumbled, wanting to speed down the hill as fast as she could. Maybe I will anyway. Besides, this street is hardly used.
A well-dressed man was walking down the sidewalk below her, carrying a dark brown briefcase and talking on his cell phone. Maybe he could look for me; the road’s pretty straight, so he should be able to see pretty far.
“Hey!” Iris called. “Is anyone coming?” The man looked at her, still talking, practically glaring at her, but otherwise ignored her and continued walking. She huffed loudly, checked to make sure that her hair was firmly tied back, and started down the steep hill, gaining more speed as she pedaled.
Iris saw the truck just before it hit her, but never felt the impact.
.....
[Doctor Tran:]“In the accident the other day, your arm was crushed; the bones inside were completely shattered. We had to remove it or face difficulties later. Your, uh,” here, Tran cleared her throat. “Your wing somehow managed to survive, cushioned, I suppose by your arm, just enough to only break a single bone and pull a couple of muscles and tendons.”
Here, she motioned to a light box on a wall where a couple of x-rays were hanging. She pointed to a specific film that showed her wing bone, broken just after the wrist. “We bandaged it as best as we could without removing any feathers. Your father threatened us with our lives if we took any out. He said they wouldn’t grow back. But why you even have wings is completely beyond me. But otherwise you should be fine.”
“But what about my arm? I don’t want to be missing a limb for the rest of my life! I have a promising career as a gymnast!”
“I don’t know about your vocation, but I do have some good news: we can replace your arm. With recent biomechanical advancements, we can rebuild your arm’s workings. It’s a difficult procedure, and it’s fairly new; it hasn’t even been tested on a human subject to such a scale as of yet.”
...
“Oh, you’re up already,” [Doctor Tran0 whispered. “How do you feel?”
“A little sleepy, and I’m sore all over. I think my right arm is still a bit numb; I can hardly feel it, and it’s a bit hard to stay up straight. It’s heavy,” Iris murmured back. Tran nodded and wrote something down.
“Yes, soreness would be expected. We had to reinforce that half of your upper body with more faux metal, which we infused some of your DNA into. Hopefully this will help with the bonding process. It’ll feel a bit hard in those places. Namely around your collarbone, scapula, and ribs. The numbness might be just the remnants of the sleeping gas. You’ll get used to the weight eventually.”
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Basically the outer prosthetic is made out of faux metal, a substance that skin can bond to. It's cast for shape from the other arm and attached beneath the skin so it's hidden with the mechanics protected from fluids inside. Touch and pressure sensitivity would be reduced but not completely gone. I don't know a whole lot about these kinds of medical things, so help in these regards are welcome as well. However, this procedure is meant to be flawed in that, later, she loses her skin covering the prosthetic entirely [due to lack of proper blood flow and lack of ventilation from the prosthetic].
Iris went to her bike, brushing away the new spider web, carefully avoiding the spider, and headed down the trail. Soon she approached the end of one of its hills, and stopped. This was one of the more tricky hills, since the bike trail cut right though town, including a road. Trees and hedges blocked her view of the street. She grumbled, wanting to speed down the hill as fast as she could. Maybe I will anyway. Besides, this street is hardly used.
A well-dressed man was walking down the sidewalk below her, carrying a dark brown briefcase and talking on his cell phone. Maybe he could look for me; the road’s pretty straight, so he should be able to see pretty far.
“Hey!” Iris called. “Is anyone coming?” The man looked at her, still talking, practically glaring at her, but otherwise ignored her and continued walking. She huffed loudly, checked to make sure that her hair was firmly tied back, and started down the steep hill, gaining more speed as she pedaled.
Iris saw the truck just before it hit her, but never felt the impact.
.....
[Doctor Tran:]“In the accident the other day, your arm was crushed; the bones inside were completely shattered. We had to remove it or face difficulties later. Your, uh,” here, Tran cleared her throat. “Your wing somehow managed to survive, cushioned, I suppose by your arm, just enough to only break a single bone and pull a couple of muscles and tendons.”
Here, she motioned to a light box on a wall where a couple of x-rays were hanging. She pointed to a specific film that showed her wing bone, broken just after the wrist. “We bandaged it as best as we could without removing any feathers. Your father threatened us with our lives if we took any out. He said they wouldn’t grow back. But why you even have wings is completely beyond me. But otherwise you should be fine.”
“But what about my arm? I don’t want to be missing a limb for the rest of my life! I have a promising career as a gymnast!”
“I don’t know about your vocation, but I do have some good news: we can replace your arm. With recent biomechanical advancements, we can rebuild your arm’s workings. It’s a difficult procedure, and it’s fairly new; it hasn’t even been tested on a human subject to such a scale as of yet.”
...
“Oh, you’re up already,” [Doctor Tran0 whispered. “How do you feel?”
“A little sleepy, and I’m sore all over. I think my right arm is still a bit numb; I can hardly feel it, and it’s a bit hard to stay up straight. It’s heavy,” Iris murmured back. Tran nodded and wrote something down.
“Yes, soreness would be expected. We had to reinforce that half of your upper body with more faux metal, which we infused some of your DNA into. Hopefully this will help with the bonding process. It’ll feel a bit hard in those places. Namely around your collarbone, scapula, and ribs. The numbness might be just the remnants of the sleeping gas. You’ll get used to the weight eventually.”
~~
Basically the outer prosthetic is made out of faux metal, a substance that skin can bond to. It's cast for shape from the other arm and attached beneath the skin so it's hidden with the mechanics protected from fluids inside. Touch and pressure sensitivity would be reduced but not completely gone. I don't know a whole lot about these kinds of medical things, so help in these regards are welcome as well. However, this procedure is meant to be flawed in that, later, she loses her skin covering the prosthetic entirely [due to lack of proper blood flow and lack of ventilation from the prosthetic].
