He refocused, when he heard a voice, If he wasn't sitting on the bed, he'd be a foot and a half taller than the abominably human-looking interloper. But he was sitting, and he was likely going to stay that way until he'd fixed this hack-job he'd been subjected to.

"Think I lost a kidney. Don't know, I wasn't there." He was knocked unconscious for who knew how long--no brain damage though, he was certain of that!--and then whoever scraped him off the floor kept him in a coma, either medically induced or one he'd already started all by himself.

"New implants in there anyway. But they didn't finish. I'm not sewn up, and this says something's not right," he gestured to the flickering light embedded in the skin next to it. "So I don't care if there's medics, unless they know Grineer parts, I'm doing this myself." With some local analgesics so he could dig into the problem. He had some here, where were they--Ah, the one with the funny-shaped blood smear, right.

Now he just needed to load the injector, which wasn't exactly easy at the moment, even with metal hands. They were still hooked up to his nervous system, which was feeling really overworked today.