Zor's Office

The room is in poor condition, the walls look to be hobbled together from sheet metal, the carpet is covered in stains and tears, the single window is shattered, in fact the only thing that is actually nice is the desk which is made of mahogany and is strangely covered in paperwork.

Zor sits behind the desk filling out as much of the paperwork as he can, he glances up glaring at his mortal nemesis, "You'd think that after the world ended the god damn paper work would've disappeared but noooooo... somehow it's still around."

Zor leans back in his chair staring up at the ceiling, his feet kicked back on his desk; it was at times like this, when he was alone with nothing to do, that his mind liked to wander.  He thought back on the past three hundred years, all that he had seen even after taking cover in this base, and he could do nothing to stop it.  Sighing he rose to his feet, there really wasn't much use in dwelling on the past, it would only cause the dreams again.  He needed some fresh air, it's not like the council of six needed him right now; and honestly wandering sounded good at the moment.  Nodding to himself he picked up the Stetson he had taken from his doppelganger half a decade back and put on his duster.
Maybe he would go see his granddaughter; it had been what almost a year since he had seen her, the last he had heard she was dating some guy... were they still dating?  He paused at the door picking up the keys to his jeep; he wondered how his assistant would react to him leaving base unannounced, he would cross that bridge when he came to it.  For now he had people to see, and rumors to check on.
Whistling to himself he walked out the door.

She knocks on the door.

Zorua gasping, leaning back into his chair, "Come in."

*Sweets enters first to try and help Calm saya*Ah, Zor, you look like shit.

"Made my assistant angry; shouldn't have left base without telling anyone," Zor says before leaning over and puking, it comes out red and tasting like iron.

...Good thing im universal. *Sweets holds up his spare bloo*d.

"God damn, and I thought I knew what a dominated husband looked like..." She examines him.

*Sweets snaps a photo*Sure whitney will love to see this.

She sneers. "Get on your back old man, Doc needs to get to work."

Zor gives a half hearted glare, rolling into his blood-puke.

*Sweets leans back*i can do suction scalples and blood transfusion as well as attaching bone if need be.

"A suction would be good, and the blood transfusion. Other than that," She pulls out her materials for the surgery, including a scalpel, tweezers and bio-foam grafts. "I think I'm set" She puts on some gloves that glow a fiery red before cooling. "Lets get to work."

*Sweets gives her two tendrils from his arm, one with an injection needle, the other a wide suction mouth,.*Stick him where he needs it, I can do the rest.

"Holy shit... Can you get like someone else to do that? Like a raider? or a dog?" She says as she starts to operate. She opens him up, extracting the broken ribs carefully and suctioning any excess blood. She covers the lung with a graft and waits as she suctions the rest of his insides.

Nope, just me, *Sweets is squeezing his hand, a small bladder in it pumping the blood steadily into Zors body.*

She nods as she prepositions the ribs in the rib cage. "How exactly are you like that? you're a medical impossibility."

Don't ask me, i just mutated out this way, immortal, regeneration, and one day the switch is flipped and i'm making more tissue, its mostly stem cell based, but the human bodies a giant machine, add in parts for new features. Kind of like the next step up from a lizard, cut an arm off i grow it back, but then i make a knife and stab you. I dont know, how do you explain your family gift of sight?

"My bastard of a great great great great grand father..." She frowns, " 5G Grand Mother was the hero... And that, during the five years, is where I inherited my skin..." She sighs, "Do you have any non toxic super glue? Bone glue? A hard adhesive?"

Zor coughs, "There's some super glue in the desk. It's a pleasure to meet you by the way."

Why do you need glue when you have a guy that can make bones here?

Zor's eyes go wide; coughing he looks to Sweets, "Bring me Angela."

Can't I'm the one keeping you chock full of the red stuff.

"Better if I use his. No matter how close you two have in DNA structure, his cells will most likely reject yours. That would work if we needed a whole bone, not pieces. Get my mortar and pestle." She passes him two bio foam grafts. "Grind the Bio Foam until it's a paste, then give me the mortar when you're done."

*Sweets begins grinding.*Alright. *When the paste is ready he passes it back.