The humming air conditioner, the whirring lights, and her own hard gasping. The spaciousness of her room was a lot more overwhelming now that she was rendered immobile. She clung to the wall with her shoulders and forced her only functioning leg to carry the weight of her entire body. Her strength only allowed her a couple seconds of self-maintained support until her leg gave up on her. She has always took comfort in the cold, but the coldness of the steel floor was… something else. She needed help, that much was true, but how was she able to contact anyone or use her drive connection when she isn’t even able to flick her wrist? She didn’t want the prosthetics. Just remembering what the e-books and the guides told her about spacers without a complete

