(Six Months Later, Alessandro’s POV)
The doctors saved my leg. Scar tissue and dead muscle left it useless below the thigh, strapped to the footrest of a wheelchair.
I could feel pressure, but I could not control the muscles. Every morning, an aide lifted the leg into place and tightened the same two straps.
I spent the first month trying to buy back everything Elena had taken. Three private medical-tech teams came from Europe to rebuild the med-bay.
Each team reached the same answer. Elena’s software was tied into its own evidence controls.
They could install ordinary hospital systems. Her diagnostic models and the copies sealed under her attorney’s key stayed closed.
I doubled their offers. The second team stayed an extra week. The third took the servers apart rack by rack.
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