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Who| Maximus and OPEN
What| Maximus lost his leg to an alien and is in hospital while they build him a new one.
When| a few days after aliens
Where| Hospital
Warnings/Notes| Mentions of severe violence/trauma, depression, possibly suicidal thoughts

It was a desperate time. Even with the Capitol's extensive and immediate health care, there had been enough time between Maximus being hurt to being brought into critical care for him to lose a lot of blood - the mangled leg as unsalvagable as anyone could have imagined. The entire thing had been amputated from mid-thigh down.

The surgery had only taken a few hours but he needed time to recover, so no visitors were allowed until twelve hours later. Though they were making him a prosthetic, it would take a few days to build and tweak - so in the meantime he was stuck in the hospital.

Maximus was awake. They'd tried to force painkillers on him but he'd refused, so they'd slipped a minimal dosage into his IV without telling him and let him rough out the rest, gripping the pristine white sheets as he stared up at the ceiling. The form under the sheets strangely incomplete.

The nurses gave him a wide berth and spoke in hushed voices as they led any visitors to his room - though they would not allow Ferox in the hospital, so he went without his hard won companion.

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He nodded to himself. "So they're givin' ya a prosthetic. At least ya shouldn't need crutches for long."

"That is what they've called it, yes," Maximus said, though he was still frowning. "The most a man could hope for in my time was a piece of wood strapped to his leg. I am not sure what to expect."

"In my time, they make them look pretty real, shape-wise, ate least," Eliot said slowly. "They work well enough ya don't need a cane once you're used ta them. I don't know what they had here."

He let out a breath and fell silent for a moment, not exactly relishing the idea. Gripping the neck of his bottle, he gently tipped it back and took a long drink. (He was getting used to the taste and the alcohol was doing its work and numbing the pain.)

"I suppose we shall simply have to see when it comes."