She realized she was awake when she could feel the rough wood of the table beneath her. She tested her legs and then her right arm, moving each in turn with no pain and a full range of motion. When she moved her left arm it felt clumsy and heavy. She turned and saw why. Her arm was no longer flesh, but a construct of metal and wood.
“There was too much damage to repair,” a voice behind her said. She tried to look back, but was unable to see the speaker.
“It’s okay. It’s better than it was before.”