“Try again.”
Through the haze of pain suppressors and stimulants, Deimos complies. He grinds his teeth, straining, arching his head back with effort. Apothecary Prior Ixos adjusts several of the intravenous feeds. A moment later Deimos feels the tingling discomfort in his nerves ease, his visual focus improves slightly. He can distinctly feel his missing left arm. The right arm spasms and twitches slightly.
“Well done,” Ixos says.
Deimos wants to spit with frustration. The movement was purely involuntary. Now he makes a more deliberate action. His brain thinks he is clenching his fist, but the finge