Frisca’s POV
“Can you roll your wrist?” the doctor asked me while Chelsea and Koru watched.
Though it pained, I rolled it and nodded my head in response. It felt good to finally be in control of my hand movements. The impact of Winsor’s grip had nearly left the part below my wrist, paralysed.
“Good! The metal blades in your wrist are functioning well, but you should have gone in for a cyborg hand. It’s a rage amongst youngsters these days,” The doctor pointed out to his nurse who was a cyborg.
“No thanks, I’m pretty much satisfied with the outdated metal blades in my wrist,” I faked a smile and gulped with the thought of getting a cyborg hand like Magmus’s arm.
“Well then, I advise you not to touch any electric stuff for a day or two,” He said and scratched his brow. “You can leave no
