This time Koko makes sure she memorizes the keypad combination at the secondary door when Bonn types it in. When the door opens she quickly pushes Eirik and Bonn aside. Heading down the hall, Koko finds Flynn up and balancing on his good leg next to his bed. His eye is still covered with gauze, and one of the green-smocked medical assistants runs a purring horseshoe-shaped scanner over the bandage on his lifted leg. “The fuck is this?” Loopy-grinned, Flynn opens his arms wide. “A wonder of the medical arts?” Koko stares at him before she crosscuts her eyes to the assistant. Gently easing down Flynn’s elevated leg, the assistant is a woman of clear Eastern lineage and has silver-streaked black hair knotted in a tight bun on the back of her head. Koko asks, “Should he be doing that?” The assistant titters, “Dr. Corella’s progenitor cellular therapies are astonishing, no? Of course big, strong man here only wanted to keep sleeping, but Dr. Corella was insistent. Oligopotent evolutions, they take quicker if the patient moves as soon as possible.”
