What was this? He ran through all possible information he had access to, scanlines running through his eyes. Trying to put it in a context from his own world. He, as an AI, was something beyond what science was able to create in his own world. But biological machines that were actively eating away at the man--
If the Soldier did not have that obvious genetic increased healing factor, he shuddered to think what would happen to the man.
Eyes returned to 'normal', and he let out a slow breath.
It was best he was dealing with this wound; humans touching it could potentially be devastating.
But despite all the analysis and searches he was doing to try and figure out what to do, one result was absolutely certain.
I need to find a way to heal this and help him.
For now, helping him would be to clean this wound, potentially remove necrotic material, and start properly bandaging and suturing it. Once he was sure the anaesthetic cream was in where it needed to be, he got to work on cleaning.
The Soldier would find the touches careful, and absolutely precise-- Washing out the wound with provided saline fluid, wiping away the access, carefully removing the necrotic, dead skin.
no subject
This was...
What was this? He ran through all possible information he had access to, scanlines running through his eyes. Trying to put it in a context from his own world. He, as an AI, was something beyond what science was able to create in his own world. But biological machines that were actively eating away at the man--
If the Soldier did not have that obvious genetic increased healing factor, he shuddered to think what would happen to the man.
Eyes returned to 'normal', and he let out a slow breath.
It was best he was dealing with this wound; humans touching it could potentially be devastating.
But despite all the analysis and searches he was doing to try and figure out what to do, one result was absolutely certain.
For now, helping him would be to clean this wound, potentially remove necrotic material, and start properly bandaging and suturing it. Once he was sure the anaesthetic cream was in where it needed to be, he got to work on cleaning.
The Soldier would find the touches careful, and absolutely precise-- Washing out the wound with provided saline fluid, wiping away the access, carefully removing the necrotic, dead skin.
"...Doing alright so far?"
His voice was far steadier than he felt.