“He's more of an unlicensed experimental technician than a doctor. He has several ideas on how to improve the human body to better function and survive. Your ribs for example, he wasn't lying when he said that they would break my foot before they broke themselves.”
Nate stared down at his chest for a moment.
“What did he do to me?”
William scrunched his face in thought.
“Truthfully, I'm not sure. What he did for me when Alexander had me brought here, was he replaced the majority of the bones in my chest with his reinforced bone lacing. When they brought me here, I was in pretty bad shape, leaking blood all over the place, and like you in no position to be picky about who fixed me up.”
William tapped his chest lightly.
“Sure, he fixed me up. He grafted that damned mesh of his into my chest, replaced my liver with one he just happened to have laying around from a previous patient, put a few more of his latest and greatest advancement inside me and then patched me up.”
“Did it work?”
“Am I sitting here talking to you?” William snorted. “Of course it worked. Oh, some of it didn't do at all what he was expecting, but then again, beggars can't be choosers now can they? The liver failed in less than a week and had to be replaced again, splinters break off the mesh if I get hit hard enough and those can be a righteous bitch to get out without complications, but for the most part it worked.”