Coffee and ProstheticsA Story by Nefferson ShantiSet in current day, where John is still an amputee but he is trying out a new, 3-D printed leg designed by an engineer named Dorian, who is himself a double amputee (Army vet).“Get back! The place is gonna blow! I
said get out!” A
startled gasp and a groan as he rolled over, throwing an arm over his eyes to
shield them from the bright sun that was coming through the blinds. He lay like
that for a while, refusing to get up before doing so, throwing back the
curtains and just sighed at himself, trying to ignore the phantom leg feeling
that he was having. Hearing the alarm on his phone go off, he eventually got up
and while using the crutch he got dressed slowly. Black shirt, black pants with
the right leg pinned up to his knee and a lone boot. He
stopped at the mirror and ran a hand through messy brunette hair before
continuing on with his morning routine. Brushing his teeth before trying to get
downstairs so he could have coffee; however the phone on the wall rang and he
answered it. “This is Kennex.” He said, his voice gruff still from waking. The
voice on the other end was way to cheery for his liking, but, there was nothing
he could really do for it. “Hello
Mr. Kennex, this is Susan from Doctor Anderson’s office and I’m calling on the
behalf of payment for your set up of the new prosthesis.” A lady chirruped from
the other side and he just waited. “What about it? I thought that my insurance
would cover for it.” There was a pause and a bit of typing before Susan spoke
again. “Yes, well. It turns out that your insurance doesn’t actually cover for
both the fitting and the item itself, but only for the recovery such as the
physical and operational therapy.” Once
more, it took the man a moment to understand what was said before he replied.
“So you’re saying that I can’t have a new leg, which will help me do my job
because my insurance doesn’t exactly cover for the item itself?” The woman only
answered with a shaky; “Yes! And if you would like to set up an appointment
anyways for your initial x-rays than I would be more than happy to do so for
you.” The man gave a small grunt and ended the call, by slamming the receiver
back down on the handle. He definitely
didn’t have time for that, there was always a catch. Once
he was able to get out of the apartment and down to the main floor to go
outside to his car, he was panting and his armpits hurt from the crutches, but
he made a promise that he was going to go to every meeting that he had so that
he could get back onto the force. Unlocking the car, the man just threw the
crutches into backseat of the car before he simply dropped his weight in, and
that was before his phone rang again, this time it was boss; the Captain of the
force. “Go
for Kennex.” He called, trying to maneuver his way out of the spot, having to
work the pedals with his left leg. “John,
this is Maldonado.” A woman’s voice sounded over the speakers and he had to
bit his lip to keep from groaning. “What’s going on, Sandra?” He asked, getting
out onto the road as the woman continued to talk. “I just want to make sure that you’re heading to your meeting.”
“That’s exactly where I’m headed.” He replied to her as he turned down on the
street that led into the highway. “You’re not driving are you?” She asked and this time he did groan. “Because I would have sent a car to come and get you, to keep you from doing that.” Maldonado added. “No, I’m fine, Sandra. I don’t need a damn escort to go to my shrink’s office. I am perfectly fine of getting there myself.” He ended that call too with a huff before turning his phone off and tossing it into the passenger seat of the car. As the man drove through a few more intersections and he finally got the building and found a parking spot, which of course took longer than it needed too and now John was five minutes late to his appointment. Another man held the door open for John as he half hobbled and half crutched his way into the foyer, a quick thanks and he was heading to the elevator; mumbling about how stupid it was for a shrink to be all the way up on the fourth floor and why it was stupid for him to even be going here. Yet, here he was, standing in an elevator with a bunch of other crazies that were obviously going to the same shrink. They had to be. The doors opened and John crutched his way to the reception to let them know he was there before flopping down onto a chair and waited, watching as others were called in before him. It
seemed like hours later and John was nodding off into his chair, his phone
turned off and in his pocket, so he wouldn’t get called in the middle of the
session. It always seemed to get on Rudy’s nerves. Speaking of which. “John?” A
man said, causing the brunette to open his eyes slowly and rubbing the slight
sleep from them. “Oh good, you are awake.” He added and helped John up from his
seat. “Hey Rudy.” The man in speaking was a lean man, thin with dirty blonde
hair and kind eyes. He only smiled at John and held a hand out, letting John go
into the room by himself. Flopping
down onto the couch, John let the crutches fall to the floor as Rudy sat down
on his way to comfy chair and pretty much just sank into it. At this moment, he
really took in John’s state. The mussed brunette hair, tired hazel eyes, the at
least week old scruff on his jaw, his shirt was crumpled and his pants had an
old stain on them. But nevertheless, he moved to get his notebook and his pen.
“How’s it going, John? Has the week been better, how about your appointment?”
The man just simply replied with a waved hand. “No,
you have to explain John. We’ve talked about this, you can’t get better if you
don’t express.” Rudy replied as he wrote something down and John moved to rub
his face. “I was denied okay? They made up some ridiculous reason as to why I
couldn’t get new leg. I can’t keep doing this, Rudy. I need my leg, I need to
get back to work.” The blonde man simply just nodded. “I understand which is
why I’ve decided to ask a friend of mine for help for you.” He got up and took
a card off his desk and handed it over to the brunette. “His name is Dorian and
he’s just like you, John. He can help you get back onto your feet. That’s his
number there; I’ve already told him that you’d give him a call when you were
ready.” The brunette looked down at the card, the number was smudged a little, but there it was. Dorian Richards Nelson Engineering Technician. Call anytime. Amazingly, John moved to place the card into his pocket and tried to get his crutches. “Thanks, Doc.” © 2015 Nefferson ShantiAuthor's Note
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Added on February 13, 2015 Last Updated on February 13, 2015 Tags: Almost Human, john kennex, Dorian Author
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