NecoArm 3

It took a while for Neco to recover, but she did make it out, her eye healed greatly and her ear didn't need any wrapping to stop bleeding. She made it only a little worse for wear. All except for… the arm. But in the last couple days the doctors gave her a prosthetic hand as a replacement. A handlike claw, a utilitarian piece with hydraulics and metal exposed, learning how to grab and move her new “hand”. But it's over now, time to get back home.

The car ride was loud with everyone talking about various things, her mom and dad talking about what to get for dinner, her small brother explaining a story he made to no one in particular. Everyone was talking except for her, leaning into the window and staring out into the distance.

She stayed inside most of that day, her parents said she still needed rest, but she herself just didn’t want to leave her room. Spending her entire day on her computer, looking at her blog and seeing comments her friends made about how they hope she gets better, watching videos she found while endlessly scrolling on her recommendations, she tried to play some video games but stopped right as she started. Even with her learning in the hospital she still isn’t used to the movement of her new arm. This blasé rotting on her computer lasted until pitch dark, hearing her parents get her brother to his room for bed reminded her of how late it's gotten. Shutting off the lights and her computer to finally sleep in her own bed for the first time in a while.

But that didn’t happen, she laid for hours in the pitch dark trying to close her eyes. The pitch darkness of her room gets adjusted into a fuzzy but viewable gray. The hum of air conditioning is the only thing that she can hear, she tosses and turns constantly in vain to get a small chance of sleep. None of it works, she gives up and sits at the edge of her bed, looking out through the window into the dark empty street. Then looking at her arm, her “arm”. She touches where her forearm would be with her left hand, and she feels nothing. No feeling of her flesh being moved around, just the cold steel feeling against her fingertips before it heats up to her body temp. 

//Thanks for reading if you did, I made some joke about Necoarc getting her arm ripped off in a skateboarding accident in english a months ago and I returned to it to actually give me something to do.//

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