"Stay afraid, but do it anyway. What’s important is the action. You don’t have to wait to be confident. Just do it and eventually the confidence will follow." — Carrie Fisher on pursuing dreams despite mental illness -- RecklessPrudence
Rael woke from his haze. His body hurt. That meant that the surgery had gone ahead. In lieu of recovering in an Intensive Care Patient Drawer[1], he and his warming tank were in a dimly-lit shelf in Medik Central. A young nurse sat nearby, studying something so she could become a Doctor all the quicker[2].
He formed a rudimentary speaking apparatus. The bare minimum to make sounds. It took him three goes. They'd given him the strong stuff. Eventually, he was able to form, "Was... surgery... successful?"
The nurse, who had been dozing a little over her studies, snorted into awareness. "What? Oh. Yes. Your Medik team were able to remove the implant. You've only lost point zero, zero, zero two three percent of your total mass. Please remain idle until a qualified Medik can assess you."
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