Whether or not you are awake that day is mostly due to the good or bad dreams you were having. I don't know if that's right, but at least that's what Taro thought.
And I don't remember what kind of dream I had until earlier, but Taro decided that it didn't seem like I had nightmares.
"Taylor? Are you awake?
A voice heard right from the side. As Taro turned to you blurry, he caught eyes of Marl staring at this one with a worrying look on his face. The surrounding area was an unrecognizable clean room, with only simple tables and chairs besides the bed I slept in.
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A foggy, unclear consciousness. Your body seems to be in good shape but feels strange discomfort wrapping around your whole body. Taro repeatedly shook and opened his hand, surprised to see if he was still in the dream.
"- Yeah, yeah. Yes, come right away. Doctor, please. And call Xiaomei if you can. Hurry up as fast as you can."
With the mobile device in his hand, Marl is in such a hurry. Taro looked at the marl like that, but felt like he was forgetting something and twisted his neck. I feel like I'm forgetting something important.
"Excuse me. Hey Admiral!! You all right!!
Eventually, inside the room, Alan rushes in in in a hurry. Shortly after that, Xiaomei continued, sticking her neck out as she peered into Taro with Alan.
"Huh? Ah... well..."
It never occurred to me to wonder what it was about. It's a serious look to scold the prank, and Taro wondered if it had anything to do with this fluffy, lightly sensed body.
"Marl, what about the medical machine values?"
Alan emitted in a strong tone as he looked at Taro.
"No problem. All normal values. Naturally, the EEG."
Marl is holding a small device beside the bed and pointing to the indication. I was following that smooth movement of my fingers.
"... Marl!! That's right, are you okay!! Arms, arms!?
As Taro jumps out of bed, he reaches out to Marl's arm to cling. I fell flashly off the bed before I could reach it, but I stood up quickly when it wasn't enough to take such a thing.
"Hey, hey, Taylor. It's ok, because I'm ok!!
Marl, who looks panicked, answers with some retreat. When Taro grabbed her hand just fine, he began to inspect Marl's hand many times with Peppa.
"Taylor......... it's okay. It's okay. Look, it's a real hand. I'm still a little out of movement, but after a while, it'll be just like before. So, look, just calm down."
Smile gently, marl like you would tell a little kid. As Taro followed Marl's urging, he slowly sat back in bed.
"Good... arms, you found them, huh?
Taro alternates between Marl and her arms. The fact that she helped herself was certain when she retrieved the escape capsule, but she didn't know what happened to the lost arm. The capsule recorder recorded Marr ejecting a thousand severed arms along with the garbage in the way.
To such a tall, decent-faced marl.
"Found it? I don't know what you mean."
"What... that's my arm, isn't it? Your arm ejected, didn't it?
"About the previous arm? That's right..."
Marl turns to Alan for help. Alan shook his head silently at it and said, "No, maybe he's just confused," in a strange way.
"Anyway, I'm keeping quiet until the doctor gets here, Admiral. The body seems to be fine, but ah............... no, it's nothing. There's nothing to worry about. Everything's fine. No problem... you know me, don't you? Of virginity...... oh no, that's okay. Forget it. Anyway, calm down. You got it?
"... No, which one needs to calm down"
"I know, I know. I'm fine. You're just a little confused. Forget about the arm you threw away. Now all you have to do is think about resting."
"Forget it? Come on, don't be ridiculous. That's Marl's arm, right? Whatever it takes, you're gonna get mad."
"Well, I'm pretty sure it was the lady's arm... General, are you sure you're okay?
Between Alan and Taro, whatever the difference in direction, there is some pressing air flowing. In just a few moments but when they are, Xiao Mei cracks in and says, "May I have one?"
"Mr. Taylor when. Why are you so obsessed with Miss Marr's lost arm?"
"No, no, no, why, you're in trouble without it. What if it's a prosthetic hand or something... No, well, I guess it still means I was safe."
"A prosthetic hand, is it? And I don't know what Miss Marr has to do with it."
"... Huh? No, it's a prosthetic arm, a prosthetic arm. It's called an artificial arm, okay?
"Yes, of course I understand. It seems, however, that such an entity is not necessary for Miss Marr."
"Yids.................. Ohh hey. I can read something. This is it. You're the one with the long time culture gap. Could it not be as easy to regenerate as an arm or leg?
"Partially positive, Mr. Taylor. Reproduction is possible not only in the arms and feet, but essentially in all areas other than the brain. As you can see, is there no regenerative medicine on Earth?
"You know what... No, there was, but it was just the beginning of research... damn, you panicked and foolish on your own. I..."
When Taro laughs bitterly and says so, he cries out, "No, that's not true."
"I'm glad you're worried. Thanks, but Alan's right. Now worry about yourself, not me."
That's what Marr says, he tries to put Taro to sleep. But not feeling unwell anywhere, Taro waved to block it.
"Fine. You feel tired sleeping too much and the other way around. How long have I been asleep, by the way?
"... about three months, Taylor."
"Whoa, seriously. You slept too much. Even Neat isn't quite there, the one who sleeps that much............ YEAH YEAH!!? 3 months!!? Seriously!!?
Taro screaming and Marl staring at his face and suppressing his ears.
"Seriously, Admiral. My lady recovered much faster... or why would I say it now?"
"Three months... what was wrong with you? Cancer or something like that?
"No, the body is even healthier. I don't know what that cancer is, but there must be no sickness at all. The Galaxy also has a medical machine for fingerfolding, so everything from maintaining proper muscle mass to the intestinal environment is optimized. I still have the skin. You're more healthy than before, aren't you?
"Will the cancer heal? I don't know, I'm already sick and I'm not dying or something like that....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Seriously. What the hell, you little macho?"
Turning his own shirt, Taro was surprised by the neat abs that emerged from under it. Originally skinny, but not muscular. Getting a cracking abs was Taro's first experience.
"Wow. I'm a little impressed with the sixpack and stuff... oh, I really do leave my skin"
Taro peeks into his pants. "Hey, hey. Shut up," said Marl, turning away.
"I wish you could optimize here anyway............ uh, I see. You know what?"
Why do they worry so much about themselves? Think of it, and snort a few small times, Taro.
"I think the idea that it's already so complete that it doesn't need optimization is sweet, Mr. Taylor. It will be possible to see the fineness as a characteristic, but I feel that it is not possible. The skin has proven its usefulness immunologically."
"I didn't say" I see "about that!! You really like the bottom line!!
"It's not just the lower stuff, Mr. Taylor. Rude. I love to talk dirty too."
"Thanks for the full smile that I would never normally show!!
When Taro thrust into the throw, he fell into the futon.
"Phew... hey, it's my head we're all worried about, isn't it? Then you'll be fine. I know myself best. It's not a problem."
The tranquility of the room comes to the heart of Taro.
"I honestly don't really remember what I did back then. I'm pretty sure I did about three months of sleeping. But that's it. That's all. I'm not out of my mind... Whoa, looks like it's time for the teacher to come. I hope she's a woman doctor."
When Taro learned that the doctor had arrived with information from BISHOP, he said so and waved to encourage everyone to leave the room. They had been clumped together for a while in one of the rooms of the Central Hospital of Rome, but eventually walked out toward the door without anyone.
"I'll be back when I'm done with my checkup... you want something or something?
After Alan and Xiaomei left, one of the remaining mares came to visit like that.
"Um, I don't know about it in particular. You can crush your spare time with a device, and don't worry about it. She'll be discharged soon anyway.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. Oh, no, that's a luxury guy, Taylor the Gentle. Either one of them is fine. FUCKING!!
His head is strong, and his voice is strange. And Marr pulled his hand together, surprised to see if he was really worried about his brain.
A soft feel that envelops the hands of Taro. ahead of her wrist, which is disappearing on her chest.
"Now bear with me... you will be properly examined!!
As he let go of the Taro hand he was grasping, Marr rushed out to the other side of the door. Taro shrugged but dropped her off, "You're going to say anything..." he muttered small.
"Well... I guess I'll just think about how to mislead this guy. Is it... impossible to have rhythm?"
Taro sighed gloomy as he looked at his tiny, trembling right hand.