Cameron MacDougall
Applewood Tower, Floor 96, Medical Center 7
San Sacramento, "Sac-Town"
Friday, January 13th, 2068 // 12:18 AM
43°F (7°C), Precipitation: 100%,
Humidity: 99%, Wind: 2 mph (3 km/h) NE
With the procedure done, Cameron could now see again, and with the benefit of seeing, came the benefit of signing some last minute paperwork. For procedures like this, Miller was on the fully legal and legitimate side of things. She came to him with the mantis blades now in her arms, and it lacked honest paperwork, instead crafting up a lie about prosthetic forearms, which technically wasn't a lie. Despite his well meaning heart, Miller didn't exactly want to shut his clinic down, from either malpractice or legal fuckery. Which meant that Cameron had to pick up a pen and write a rather messy signature where it was needed. After all, penmanship took a back seat when you had to dumpster dive for food... or when you only had one functional hand and a fucked up set of eyes.
As she wrote the shoddy scripture of her name, the door behind her opened, and Miller looked up. With it being a remarkable slow day, herself, the receptionist and Miller being the only people in the medical center, it made the appearance of another person rather odd.
Xah wrote:"Hey, yo? Can I see the doc please?" Kane began. "My eye has crapped out," he pointed at his right eye. "Can't see a damned thing with it. I hear this is the place to go."
Cameron cast a quick look over her shoulder, the man who walked in was in a sorry state, even from a glance, she could tell his leg was fucked for this day and age. With the tattered clothing her wore, she could see nothing more than a single metal rod going up from what was left of a shoe. His arm similarly budgeted, one of the old as all hell prosthetics that originally came out in the 2020s, her jacket probably cost more than that hunk of metal. Speaking off, both the man's leg and arm were probably well on the way to causing irreparable back problems due to their weight and awkwardness. There was a very distinct reason why most, if not all, prosthetic manufacturers made their bits and bobs out of polymers or carbon fiber at the least. Then there was his eye, it was, well, it didn't fit in.
Cameron stared at the man for longer than would normally be polite. The state of his hand and eye being nigh identical to what Cameron's life was like in her adolescence. Cameron's heartstrings twanged for a moment and she wanted to tell the man that everything would be fine. But words meant little to people. Actions were more valuable.
So that's what she did, turning back to Miller, she spoke in a low tone, "Put whatever you need to do to him on my tab."
Miller simply raised a brow, "You sure?" Cameron simply nodded in response, and turned the pen back towards Miller, who took the sheet she had signed. Miller gave a look of resignation. Obviously his mind was on the fact that the homeless in this city didn't last very long, especially if they were obviously augmented.
Miller gave a somewhat blank look at the tall woman as she left through the same door she came in, before speaking aloud to himself, "I swear I'll never understand that girl." shaking his head he grabbed another sheet of paper, notably different and just as formal, he spoke again, only this time directed at the homeless man who had just walked in, "Alright, let's get you fixed then. Now, I'll have to open a medical file, so would you mind if I ask your name?"