Chapter 15

“Catastrophe! The crew embarks on a mission of mercy.”

The Nestia crew stood around the bathtub’s sides, the air as charged with anticipation as much as the lightly rippling silver surface of the precursor fluid crackled and sparked with charged energy.

The electrical discharge dissipated slowly, and Inta’s head and shoulders rose, cradling Diana’s limbless form in her arms. Precursor fluid obscured her features and ran off her naked body in rivulets, dripping into the bath as Inta pulled her from her submerged baptismal Bonding.

With a gesture from Inta, the rest of the silver fluid rushed off Diana’s body, and she gasped, pulling in a large lung full of air. “Oh, my!” Diana exclaimed, feeling for the first time the depth of love from Inta and her new family through her newly forged Bond. The silver lines crisscrossing her skin glowed a ghostly blue, echoed by the silver markings of the rest of the crew.

Diana looked down at her body as Inta held her; her new markings were slightly different than that of the others; they followed the same pattern of the silver harness she had been wearing for the last several weeks that allowed her to wear an extra set of Inta’s limbs, and walk with assistance.

There were smiles all around when the gathered parted to allow another Inta to pass through them and approach the tub. The Inta standing in the tub carefully transferred Diana to the Inta standing outside the tub.

“I have one other surprise for you, My Love,” Inta said as she brushed Diana’s hair back over her ear. She placed two fingers on Diana’s forehead, just below her hairline, and an intricately patterned circlet of silver formed around her head. The Inta holding her shifted and flowed around her body into the silver harness she had become accustomed to, limbs sliding into place, making up for the ones she had lost. Diana stood there as the newly formed harness and limbs began glowing to match the rest of her markings.

Inta sat on the tub’s edge, swung her legs over the side, dropped on the floor next to Diana, and hugged her. “Sweetheart, I have bubbled off a sub-mind in this body, and with this circlet, it will respond to your mind directly,” she said, tracing her silver fingers along Diana’s brow. “In time, it will merge and integrate fully with your mind. These limbs won’t just be yours to use, but a part of you, receiving control and providing feedback.”

Inta took one of Diana’s new silver hands in hers as she spoke, turned it over, and lightly kissed the palm.

Diana’s eyes went wide. “I ... I felt that!” she said, awestruck. “It was distant and faint, but I felt it!” Tears sprang from her eyes as she was overwhelmed by emotion. She took an unbalanced step towards Inta to hug her, but Inta caught her as she fell into her arms.

Diana looked momentarily disappointed, but Inta soothed her worry. “It will take time for you and your new limbs to grow and work together, but I promise, soon it’ll feel as natural as if you’ve had them your entire life.” A smile reignited on Diana’s face; held in Inta’s arms, she beamed joyfully.

The rest of the crew, unable to contain themselves any longer, pressed close to the new member of their family and showered her with hugs and kisses in a loving crush.

“I can feel you; I can feel you all,” Diana said through happy tears as everyone laid their hands on the skin of her new arms and brushed against her new legs. The press of loving flesh against hers stirred another feeling in her core. Her simmering longing was suddenly stoked into a hot desire, fanned by the warm press of bodies against hers. “Oh, oh wow, I feel, I...” she could barely articulate, then grabbed Inta’s face and pulled her into a passionate kiss.

Inta returned passion with passion, flooding Diana’s newly formed connection to her with heat and energy, finally able to express fully how she felt and how much she wanted the shy brunette.

Diana swooned in Inta’s embrace, swept away by the titanic magnitude of emotions pouring off the silver girl, losing all sense of time and place until the love from Inta and everyone around her was the only thing present in Diana’s universe.

Then, In one smooth motion, Inta swept Diana up into her arms once more, and Diana draped one arm over her shoulders. “And Now, I think Diana and I have an appointment to keep for her Deepening,” Inta said to those pressing close to Diana and her. Inta headed for the hallway and to their lounge on the next deck. The others, however, had their own plans and followed along.

Once Inta and Diana reached the lounge, everyone who followed them from the med bay piled in behind. “You two have managed to get the rest of us all wound up with your emotional antics,” Artona said from the back of the crowd. “I don’t think you’ll get away with sneaking away with your latest conquest this time.”

“Weren’t you her last ‘latest conquest’?” Will asked with a smirk, elbowing the muscular Urarc in the ribs.

“Yeah, well, that just means I still need a lot of attention,” Artona retorted, sounding slightly more defensive than she intended. “Besides, Inta needs as much attention as Diana does. Can’t you feel it?” Artona asked, and everyone shook their heads in agreement. The sacrifice and sudden loss of a portion of herself had left Inta with an invisible scar and a nagging feeling of emptiness. For weeks, she tried to downplay it but ultimately couldn’t hide the pain from her family, who were connected in the deepest ways and loved her dearly.

They huddled close to Inta and Diana, gently laying their hands on her, the physical touch only a pale imitation of the connection and loving bond they all shared.

“Oh, My Darlings, you take such good care of me. And of course, I would never dream of leaving any of you unsatisfied,” Inta told them, still carrying Diana like a bride. As soon as the words left her lips, a horde of silver girls swarmed the lounge, descending on the crew like sex-crazed locusts, intending to devour them all.

The first two newly arrived Inta’s swelled to beefcake proportions and bodily tackled Artona to the floor, pinning her there, and began viciously tickling Artona. “Hey, fight fair!” she cried out between bouts of giggling. The tickling quickly gave way to kissing, and fingers parted her folds, rubbing vigorous circles around Artona’s engorged clit. Still pinning her down, one beefcake Inta sitting on the Urarc’s face, her snout and long tongue pressed into and lapped around Inta’s dripping cunt. The Inta concentrating on Artona’s lower half, fingered her through her first orgasm, then shifted, held Artona’s powerful legs wide open, then buried her silver cock in Artona’s warm, wet core, and rutted her properly.

June turned to Will and gave him a passionate kiss, which he immediately surrendered to, pulling her close. Two Inta’s joined them from behind, pressing their naked bodies against their backs, kissing down along their necks, sliding a hand down the front of their pants in search of their cock and clit, respectively. With their other hand, they reached around their waists and pulled themselves tight again June and Will’s backs, squishing their soft silver tits against them.

Three Inta’s pulled Larce to the couch, sandwiching her. An Inta sat beside her, lifted and dropped Larce on her lap, rubbing her hard silver cock in the crack of her ass. “Inta, I absolutely adore it when you ... Uhhh!” Larce said, unable to finish her sentence as Inta drove up from underneath her into her quivering asshole while reaching around and manhandling her tits.

The second Inta spread both sets of her legs wide and slid her rock-hard member into her pussy, while the third Inta clambered over the second, stuffing her cock into Larce’s mouth. Larce moaned appreciatively around the cock lodged in her throat, mauling the two sets of silver tits before her. She came almost immediately upon being stuffed with three silver cocks, and just as her climax crested, the three Intas began thrusting as one, prolonging Larce’s ecstasy beyond what she thought possible. Soon, she was driven to the edge again and was sent crashing over, silver rods pistoning in and out of her.

Ben held Thea around the waist when they entered the lounge, and as erogenous energy exploded in the room like a nova, Thea gave Ben a quick kiss, dropped to her knees while undoing his belt, then stuffed his cock in her mouth like she needed it to live. Ben groaned, a hand on the back of Thea’s head as she bobbed her head up and down on his cock, and noticed an Inta slide up behind her through one half-open eye.

“Don’t you worry; we’re not going to leave guests out of the festivities,” Inta said, pulling down Thea’s trousers and panties. Grabbing a hold of her hips, she stuffed her face in between Thea’s thighs and snaked an impossibly long and prehensile tongue into her warm depths.

Thea let Ben’s cock momentarily pop out of her mouth. “Oh, fuck Inta. That tongue! Where have you been my whole life!” she exclaimed, then resumed sucking Ben off with renewed vigor.

Another Inta slid her hands around Ben’s chest, holding him close. “Hello, my Lover,” she whispered into his ear as she eased her cock into his tight asshole, completely overwhelming his senses.

Ben came undone and blasted a huge load into Thea’s mouth, making her cheeks puff out before she could start swallowing it all down. Between Inta’s expert-level cunnilingus and the heady flavor of Ben unloading in her mouth, Thea came as well and gasped as she climaxed hard in the sex-drenched atmosphere. No longer swallowing, and with Ben not finished spurting, she coughed and sputtered, semen forced out her nostrils and blasting out around her lip lock on Ben’s cock.

A single Inta took De’noke’s hand, led him to a high-back armchair, and pulled him down on top of her, kissing him deeply while removing his robe. “Oh, De’noke,” Inta cooed as she grabbed his hood and slid it off his rock-hard erection. “Make love to me, Darling,” she encouraged him as he knelt, nestling the tip of his cock in her silver folds.

“Inta, you have brought me more happiness than I can tell you,” he said, sliding his enormous cock deep into her, molding her channel to fit him. He rested there a moment, eyes fluttering, as his hood snaked around of its own accord, found her silver shaft, and swallowed it to the base. “We fit together perfectly,” he rumbled, lost deep in the pleasure.

He sawed his mammoth cock in and out of her, rocking the high-backed chair with every thrust. “I’m yours. And. You. Are. Mine!” Inta whispered, like a prayer, with each thrust. With the last word, De’noke grunted, thrust himself deep into her, and came hard. Triggered, Inta came as well, blasting a torrent of silver into his greedy hood that sucked up every last dropped.

Euphoric after his climax, De’noke slumped forward, burying Inta under his mass and holding her close to him. “You know, my Love, the others of the Grove are enjoying themselves through the connection Larce and I share with them, but they wish to do more for you directly. The others may know what you have sacrificed recently, but we Toparians understand what it is you truly lost and want to do whatever we can to help you recover.” De’noke held Inta’s much smaller silver hand in his, gently rubbing his thumb across her knuckles. “We are also very glad that this is the best way to do it,” De’noke said with a sappy, lovesick smile.

Inta reached up a hand and stroked the side of his face. “You are all so generous; one of the many reasons I love you all,” she said, kissing him. “You’re right of course, about what I need. I’ll extend the festivities and join them shortly.”

De’noke leaned down and kissed Inta deeply, then momentarily pulled back. “They are eagerly awaiting you,” he said, hearing the rest of the Grove’s hungry anticipation in their shared psychic connection.

“But more presently, I need you. Are you ready to go again?” Inta asked. De’noke smiled and nodded. “Good, then fuck me like you mean it,” she said with a hungry look in her eyes.

In the center of the sexual maelstrom, Inta laid Diana down on the middle of the oversized mattress at the center of the lounge, buffeted on all sides by the orgiastic waves of pleasure Diana was newly tuned to receive. Her face was flush, and she looked up at Inta, love and admiration molding her expression and carved deep in her heart.

“Welcome to the family, my Darling Diana,” Inta said, lovingly caressing Diana’s face. Diana looked up at her and gave a smile that could light up the room, and then Inta bent down and gave her a soft, passionate kiss. She was momentarily started when another set of hands parted her thighs, then her lower lips, and began licking and sucking her clit and pussy. She reached down a hand and ran her fingers through a familiar head of hair, then was surprised again when two additional mouths latched onto her nipples and began licking and sucking as well.

Surrounded by four instances of Inta, four sets of hands rubbed and massaged while four mouths licked and kissed her all over her body. A hand from an Inta on either side of her body grabbed a leg under the knee and spread her legs wide. “My Darling Diana, I want you so badly,” Inta said in a needy moan into her ears.

“I’m yours Inta, take me!” Diana said breathlessly; then the Inta that had been eating her out shifted and rubbed her cock along her dripping folds. “Yes! Put it in me, I’m burning up! I need it, now!” Diana practically screamed, desperate for Inta to enter her.

Inta pushed her way into Diana slowly, savoring the sensation of being enveloped by Diana’s wet warmth. She bottomed out, the tip of her cock kissing Diana’s cervix, and she came hard. The walls of Diana’s pussy fluttered and contracted as if it was trying to draw Inta impossibly in further, and Inta simply held there, savoring the flavor of Diana’s climax. When Diana started to come back down, Inta began sliding in and out of Diana’s drenched pussy, enjoying each little squeal and chirp Diana uttered.

Inta began to pick up her pace, pistoning in and out of Diana, and one of the other Inta’s laid her hard cock across Diana’s upturned face. “Open your mouth, my Darling, and take me in.” Diana’s eyes were glazed over in a sexual fugue, and did as she was bid. Inta held the back of her head and tilted it slightly, aligning her mouth and throat as a sword swallower might, then pushed the tip of her cock past Diana’s lips and as deep as Diana could go before she started gagging.

The Inta in Diana’s mouth began thrusting in time with the Inta fucking her pussy, drawing out when the other was pushing in, pushing in when the other was drawing out. It was too much for Diana, and she exploded in another supernova of an orgasm, catching Inta by surprise. In Diana’s radiating brilliance, Inta thrust deep into Diana from both ends and came hard, firing pulse after pulse of silvery cum into her.

Diana drank down as much as she could but was soon overwhelmed and sputtered the last of it out, covering her mouth, chin, and the tops of her breasts. Inta withdrew from Diana’s mouth, looked down on her messy lover, and smiled. Diana smiled warmly back, and desire flared in her eyes. “More!” She demanded in a needy tone. Inta obliged.

Frase waited patiently, watching the open doorway; even if Larce and De’noke hadn’t given the other members of the Grove forewarning, they all felt Inta’s ramping hunger and eagerly awaited their chance to slake it.

Even though she was waiting for her, Frase was surprised when twenty or more instances of Inta sauntered into the Toparian living quarters, fanning out across the space. Each walked up to a Toparian Brother, Mother, or Maiden and wrapped her smaller arms around them in a warm hug.

As the Toparians held Inta’s instances tight, she slid her hands over their bodies and whispered in their ears of her deep love for them, profound gratitude that they were Bonded and a part of her life.

Caressed and pressed against Inta’s warm body, Frase’s patience snapped, and she grabbed the silver girl in her embrace and crushed her lips to her own, answering Inta’s declarations of love with proof that it was reciprocated. Frase pushed her tongue into Inta’s warm, inviting mouth, and their tongues danced and writhed together. It was like the proverbial pebble that started the avalanche; as Frase’s lips touched Inta’s, a pulse of raw, passionate emotion sent a shockwave through the Grove, smashing their resistance and releasing the pent-up carnality behind it.

Everywhere one looked, across the Grove’s living quarters, a Brother had an Inta bent over one piece of furniture or another, plowing into her. Two Intas attended Be’tule; one he held in his four arms and bounced her up and down on his cock, fucking her vigorously while the other knelt just in front of him, hands on his thighs and face upturned while she licked and sucked his balls.

Frase had two Inta’s attending her as well, bending her over and spit-roasting her, an Inta behind her fucking her gently while the other held her face lovingly while ramming her silver cock deep into her throat, over and over.

Inta caressed and stroked the Mothers who were no longer Seeding with Maidens, enticing them to open their folds and reveal their soft, wet insides. One Inta had her face buried in Bi’candra’s hot, wet core, hidden from view under Bi’candra’s mass of tendrils, fellating the thickest, most sensitive one.

Fi’balmsa’s tree-like form had wrapped Inta up and pulled half into her folds, fucking every one of Inta’s holes at once. Inta’s legs stuck out of Fi’balmsa’s folds at odd angles, dripping profusely with her wetness, bouncing and jerking with the fury of Fi’balmsa’s raging lust.

Waves of lustfully carnal emotion flooded the two decks of the Nestia, echoing and amplifying each other, urging the shipwide orgy to new heights. Inta gloried in it. Each delighted moan, every satisfied grunt, all the delicious orgasms she elicited from her family and crew, satisfied and fulfilled Inta beyond the sensuality of it; in this moment, there was a one-ness that consumed her, a feeling of sublime contentment that she was making the ones she loved feel as good as possible, bringing them all and binding them close to her, body and soul.

As Inta attended to her lovers and crew, the overwhelming waves of erogenous energy stirred up slipped her control and, despite her best efforts, spilled over and out beyond the hulls of the Nestia.

The crews of a couple of ships berthed close to the Nestia, still on duty while their other crew members were deeper in the station, had some explaining to do about their abandoning of posts and their lascivious behavior to their Commanding Officers the next day. Though not entirely successful, Inta managed not to blast the entirety of Penrose Station and kept it from turning into another ‘Dallas Incident’.

The Nestia crew celebrated Diana’s Bonding well into the night until they were all thoroughly exhausted. They slept peacefully, exhausted and well sated, and cuddled with piles of Intas, covered in sweat and cum.

The multiple instances of Inta lay among her sleeping family, limbs intertwined, listening to the sounds of their quiet heartbeats and slow and steady breathing, at peace. She drank them in like ambrosia and once again thanked the stars that she had been given the gift of these wonderful people and quietly vowed to cherish and protect them.

Two weeks later, after her turn in the shower and breakfast, and with Inta’s assistance with both, Diana headed back to Penrose Station’s infirmary. “Come on, Inta, we’re going to be late!” Diana said playfully, moving quickly despite still needing her canes for balance.

“You know they can’t start your appointment without you, right?” Inta asked, quickly catching up to her and wrapping her up in a hug.

Diana smiled and laughed carefree as Inta lifted her off her feet and spun her around several times. “I’ll never get there if you don’t put me down!” They giggled for a few more moments until Inta did as she was told, then they continued on their way. “I’m pretty sure Dr. Dorsey is going to discharge me today. I’ve got a good feeling about it,” she said to Inta with a wink.

“Don’t get your hopes up too high,” Inta cautioned, smiling. “You’ve made a lot of progress, but last time we saw the Doc, she said she’d like to see you walking a little better.”

The tram doors opened, and Inta held them so Diana wouldn’t be rushed to get aboard. Once Diana found a seat, Inta removed her hand so they could close, then sat beside her.

“I know that’s what she said, but I’m getting stronger every day, and every day, I have a little better control,” Diana said, wiggling her new silver digits. “ There is no reason why we can’t go already. I’ve held up our trip to Topar for long enough. I want to see De’noke’s University, the Great Groves, and his beloved desert. The way he describes them, they must be wonderful,” Diana said, trailing off with a dreamy, faraway look. Inta could see that Diana was chomping at the bit, excited to travel and see far-off and exotic parts of the galaxy.

“De’noke said that on Topar, there are entire cities made of living trees, can you imagine that? He says they started as small Groves, like ours, but over time, they kept growning until they merged into one, enormous tree.” Inta sat quietly, listening to her excited young lover as she recounted all her conversations with De’noke about his homeworld. She smiled as she watched Diana’s aura shimmer, almost effervescent.

The tram didn’t take long to arrive at the stop for the infirmary; Inta held the tram door again as a bubbly Diana made her way off, walking with ever-increasing confidence towards the front entrance.

The doors automatically slid open, and Inta spotted Nurse Emily seated again behind the front desk as they entered the reception area. “Good Morning, Emily. Off rotations this week?” Inta asked, pausing to say hi.

The seated nurse immediately blushed, brushed the front of her white uniform as though to compose herself, and then replied, “Just for today, I’m covering for Jennifer. Today’s the only day she could get the movers to help her into her new apartment, so I’m picking up an extra shift and covering for her.”

Inta nodded in understanding and smiled. “Well I’m very glad you decided to help out so I could see you again,” Inta said with a sparkle in her eye.

Emily’s blush deepened slightly. “it’s good to see you again, too,” she replied, slightly self-conscious.

“I have an appointment with Dr. Dorsey at nine,” Diana told Emily.

Emily looked down into her terminal and scrolled through a couple of the doctor’s calendars until she found Dorsey’s, then found what she was looking for. “The doctor is with a patient at the moment, but you’re next. You can take a seat if you’d like,” she offered.

“Thanks!” Diana said cheerfully, then slowly made her way to the nearest open seat and sat with not too much difficulty. Before Inta joined her, she saw a look on Emily’s face that said she was working up the nerve to ask her something, so she hung back.

“So has Ms. Devens been? Working you all hard?” Inta asked, striking up a little small talk.

Happy that Inta allowed her the chance to chat, Emily smiled and responded. “No more than usual. We’re gearing up for our annual inventory taking, so she’s extra wound up. I just wish she’d get lai ... I mean, I wish she would just relax, once in a while.” Emily’s face went beet red, suddenly remembering that she wasn’t gossiping with the other nurses but chatting it up with IInta, for her part, glossed over Emily’s embarrassment, moving the conversation forward to minimize her discomfort. “Well, I imagine that Devens doesn’t get much of a chance to relax, even if she has such wonderful help, like you and the rest of the nurses.” It seemed to have the opposite effect.

“That’s kind of you to say,” Emily replied, as her blush turned a deeper shade of red.

Inta decided to change the subject. “Everyone I’ve talked to on Penrose has walked a winding road that led them here. What’s your story, I wonder?”

Emily smiled, flattered that Inta was interested in her, even a little. “Well, I grew up on Bindrall, which is about a three week ferry ride the other side of Centrailia. I always knew I wanted to help people, my parents were very supportive, so when I reached the age of majority, they encouraged me to apply to the nursing program at Kendraxi University, on Centrailia.”

Emily paused, tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, and looked up at Inta, who wore a kind, small smile, watching Emily expectantly. Emily got lost looking into Inta’s glowing blue eyes; they seemed to drink her in. She gulped, then continued her story. “My marks were good, not top of the class, but good, and when I was certified, like most graduating students there, I was recruited along with most of my class to fill nursing positions all over the sector.”

Inta shifted and sat on the corner of Emily’s desk, enthralled with Emily’s story. Her eyes never left the nurse, who drank up the attention greedily.

“My first posting was on Bendraxa, in a small, equatorial community. It was nice there, but a little quiet for my tastes; the most excitement we dealt with there is when someone would break an arm from a volleyball accident or the like. I decided that I wanted to find a way to make a bigger impact, to really help people. I saw the posting here on Penrose, which boarders several underserved systems and jumped at the opportunity. I’ve been here for about three years now, and couldn’t be happier.”

Inta placed her hands in her lap and gave Emily a big smile. “Your family must be very proud.”

Emily returned the smile, tinted with a hint of sadness. “They are, though I haven’t had a chance to visit them for a couple of years. We talk regularly though, which is nice, but not quite the same.”

“Can’t give a hug over the Q-net,” Inta said with understanding.

“Yeah,” Emily agreed, “I really should take some time off and go see them. They would love it.”

She paused, mustering her courage again, and Inta gave her space to do so. “Speaking of family, Diana and the rest of your family are quite lovely people. I really enjoy it when you all come in.” Emily’s pause was shorter this time, her curiosity strengthening her resolve. “I see you all and wonder ... what kind of ... relationship ... you all have. You’re all crew members together, but ... is there more?”

The deep blush returned to Emily’s face as she asked Inta that personal question, but she was dying to know.

Inta gave her a kind, knowing smile. “Yes, our family is somewhat unusual,” Inta began, “but we love one another in the deepest ways possible. We lend each other our strengths and as for me, I literally can’t live without them.”

Emily nodded thoughtfully. Inta’s thoughtful response wasn’t how she thought she would respond. A fresh blush bloomed up her neck and across her face. “I meant ... you know ... do you all, like...” Emily struggled to verbalize her question, even though Inta could see where Emily’s line of questioning was going. She was enjoying entirely too much how cute Emily’s embarrassment was at the thought of the crew’s intimate proclivities.

Before Emily could spit her question out, Dr. Dorsey entered the reception area and, upon spotting Diana and Inta, greeted them immediately, derailing Emily’s line of questioning. “Ms. Davis, Inta, good morning!”

“Morning, Dr. Dorsey!” Diana said as she labored slightly to get to her feet. Once up, she made her way over to where the doctor stood, and Inta joined her.

“We’re in exam room four this morning; this way, please,” Dorsey said, holding one of the double doors leading further into the hospital for Diana.

“Nice to chat with you, Emily. Talk to you later,” Inta said, following Diana and the doctor. Emily watched the doors close behind them as they headed for the examination rooms, then looked down at her terminal and tried to return to her work. Intrusive thoughts of a certain silver girl and the imagined antics she got up to thoroughly distracted Emily, but with a sigh, she let them go and returned to her data entry.

The examination rooms were a short way straight down the corridor through the double doors, lined up on either side, so it was a short walk to number four. “Here we are,” Dorsey proclaimed as she held this door open. Inta followed Diana in. An adjustable examination table occupied the center of the small room, currently set low to make it easier for patients to get on, and a workbench with a few small pieces of equipment neatly arranged and a cupboard full of basic supplies. Knowing the routine, Diana went straight to the exam bed and sat on the edge, sliding back until her new silver feet were off the floor and her legs dangled over the edge. Inta sat in the small chair in the corner, as she had done for all of Diana’s checkups.

Dr. Dorsey closed the door behind them, then picked the tablet up off its charging cradle and scrolled through Diana’s records. “It’s really hard to believe that it has only been a couple of weeks,” she said, still scrolling. “You’ve made so much progress in such a short amount of time; it’s astounding, really.” She paused and then swiped to another page of records. “The surgery went well, and all four residual limbs healed quicker than normal.” She set the tablet containing Diana’s medical records on the counter. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to examine the ends of your residual limbs one last time.”