Everyone turns around. Osprey's eyes look left, look right, up, down. As he sees the look on Mr. N's face, he turns his eyes away, cringing.
Mr. N notices his discomfort, cheekily smiling. "I'm not gonna punish you for fucking your student, not right now. We have more important matters at hand, freak."
Aspera's face goes red as she just sits there in her shame.
Liam doesn't know if they're joking or not.
Siegfreed looks excited, like he's in the middle of a forbidden love story.
Solomon just ignores their lollygagging, stating, "Now that he's awake, let's put him in the tub."
Aspera, in disbelief, "We can't move him yet?? It's too much pain, he needs time to rest—"
Solomon, annoyed, mumbles, "When love is involved, all logic really gets thrown through the window, huh…"
It was as if Aspera didn't know who she was talking to.
"Oh." She calms down. She realizes that she's literally speaking to the best doctor in the United States, Solomon.
As Aspera gets an alert on her phone, someone else walks through the conference room.
She tells Mr. N, "Elite Guard Rank 3 is finally in the courtroom with everyone else."
Mr. N doesn't acknowledge the statement, simply saying, "Get him in the tub. Activate the wheels also. Even if it's just to listen, he's coming with us to the courtroom. We need to brief the entire unit and introduce our two new Elite Guards."
Showing Siegfreed and Liam.
Siegfreed stares at Osprey in disbelief. The man should not be breathing, yet he's healing so quickly.
Solomon… it has to be him. Siegfreed had seen prodigy doctors before, but Solomon was in a different league. Siegfreed's own wounds still burned beneath his skin. Maybe… maybe he should ask for help too.
Liam quietly pulls on the long coat Mr. N handed him, making sure the sleeve hides the stitches running along his arm.
Solomon walks into the mega-sized bathroom. The air smells of antiseptic and metal. A remote beeps, and a massive cylindrical tube begins to rise from the floor, bubbling with a thick green solution that glows under the lights.
Solomon steps forward, gloves snapping on.
"This," he explains, tapping the edge of the tank, "will drain your body of impurities. It'll flood your system with synthetic white blood cells, accelerate tissue repair, and keep you conscious through the whole process. We've also added a cocktail of stimulants and healing agents, you'll feel your body rebooting in real time."
Osprey twitches. He feels the modern medicine working. The hole in his chest is no more; all the organs are being synthetically 3D printed via Solomon's technology. "And the pain?" he whispered.
"Oh, you won't feel any," Solomon replies, smiling faintly. "I already dosed you with Ketorolac. Your nerves should be practically asleep."
The green liquid churns, waiting.
"Alright," Solomon smiles, as if testing a theory he had in his brain for a while. "Get in."
Mr. N smiles, tapping Osprey on his shoulder. "This the first time you've been in a room with Solomon?"
Osprey raises his eyebrows, confused. "No, but this is the first time he's treated my wounds."
As he gets closer to Osprey, he whispers, putting his hand beside his face, pouting his lips like a child, "Don't worry, he gives me the creeps too."
Osprey mumbles, "You're giving me the creeps…"
Osprey is moved into the tub.
Aspera looks into the green liquid at the naked Osprey.
…
The room goes silent.
Osprey stares back at her. "Why are you looking at my dick?"
She's startled. "Huh? NO, it was just, I was making sure no one else can see your dick through the liquid. But it's pretty congested, I can't see past the surface."
Osprey thinks to himself, "I still can't feel my lower body yet. Pretty scary."
Siegfreed pushes themselves against Solomon, asking, "So, doctor, can you take a look at me too?"
"I don't do gender reaffirmation surgery," he whispers.
Siegfreed's forehead turns red as a few veins pump blood to his brain, boiling in anger.
"Is that so? haha."
Liam breaks up whatever little tension is going on, simply pulling Siegfreed back onto his shoulder. "Behave yourself, come on, you're more mature than this."
Siegfreed simply breathes in deeply. "I'm more mature than this. Yeah, I am."
Siegfreed "accidentally" falls into Liam's arms, Liam instinctively catching them as his hands rub across their feminine figure.
Liam, annoyed, "I will toss you through the window."
Siegfreed blushes. "Please do."
Osprey simply looks at Mr. N. "They're all your type, huh? Fucked in the head beyond repair."
"Exactly what we need now to win the Presidency Battle," Mr. N jests.