Chapter 11: Propaganda.
"Your legs were a mess but... the rest wasn't much better," Larry spoke as he wrote something on a tablet. "Your body had been put under a lot of strain. Good thing it stopped when it did. If it went any longer, you would have turned into mush."
"I... I see..."
"Patching you used a bit of Nanomeds. You should be fine now, but it would be for the best if you avoided exerting yourself for a couple months."
From the scans the doctor showed him, Dante learned that everything from his bones to his muscles and blood vessels was damaged. The injuries were small enough that they wouldn't have caused much trouble on their own, but together they were serious enough to put his life in danger.
Thanks to the wonders of modern medical technology, most injuries can be healed in just a few days. All one has to do is inject some Nanomeds -medical nanobots- into their bloodstream, and depending on the injuries it could take anything from a couple hours to a week to make a full recovery.
There was only one problem with that solution. Nanomeds were ridiculously expensive. Dante was thankful to be alive, but knowing he would be in debt for a while took away any relief he could've felt.
"You can grab anything from the closet over there," Larry said as he stood up to leave. "I got you a gun as well. That one isn't free, though."
Left alone, Dante sat in silence, not doing or thinking anything. A few minutes later he activated his OAM and checked his inbox. He had a bunch of missed calls and a lot of answered texts. Not knowing who to reply to first, he simply closed the notifications and turned his focus to other things.
After much hesitation, he began going through some of the most prominent news sites. Most people -the smart ones, at least- knew better than to believe those propaganda printing machines, but Dante wanted to see how they would spin what happened that one night.