16435/Jane Roe Surgical Recovery

Jane Roe Surgical Recovery
Date of Scene:	28 November 2023
Location:	St. Luke's Hospital
Synopsis:	After Jane Roe's successful brain surgery, Caitlin Fairchild stops in for a post-op examination.
Cast of Characters:	Caitlin Fairchild, Jane Roe

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Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
"All right... follow the light with just your eyes," Caitlin instructs.

The redheaded surgical resident is sitting next to Jane Roe's bed, holding a pen light aloft. Clad in pale green scrubs, with a white coat and her hair neatly pinned up, Caitlin observes Jane closely while her eyes track left and right, up and down. "Good, that's good," she encourages, and makes a note on the laptop on the stand next to her. "Your eye tracking looks good, no issues with dexterity or speech." The laptop screen rolls down the list of the recovery tests one undertakes after a major brain surgery. "Any henchman-y feelings?" she asks Jane-- but there's a little amused glimmer to her eyes that plays it off mostly as a joke.

Jane Roe has posed:
"Just the eyes... sure..." Jane remarks, groning as the eyes follow the lamp moved side to side, the eyelid over the left eye twitching. The hair is almost cut to a buzz, marks of the recent operation all over it like a spiderweb, but healing.

"No issues but pinding headaches since you did the Skullduggery OP with thpse robot arms, had me calculate math and tell you stories while your robot probes were deep inside. Too bad you didn't find anything on my wishlist to implant while you were in there already. But then again, Cybernetics are much too rudimentary still."

With a snarky chuff, JAne tries to settle uo, flinching as she eyes the keyboard. "Does wanting to break down the Blackwall to liberate Night City's rogue AIs to bring the downfall of the Corpostate and overlordship of Militec, Arasaka, Kong Ming Enterprises et al count?"

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
"No, that means you need to reign in your Steam spending," Caitlin rebuts with a flashing grin. She leans forward to check the suture sites and then starts putting the EEG hood back in place. A strictly passive system that monitors the energy Jane naturally channels day to day. It takes just a few moments to connect the electrodes and then Caitlin wheels back over to the laptop to look over the surgeon's notes again. As a surgical resident she was allowed to assist, but the delicate operation called for a true neurosurgeon's dexterous fingers.

"It looks like there's still a little swelling in the ventricular system, so headaches are to be expected. The good news is that the intercranial swelling will ease off fairly quickly," she reassures Jane. "And it looks like they were able to re-fuse the bulk of the neurons that were routed through it."

The chair's wheels grind across the floor as Caitlin pivots to face Jane again. "So continue to stay on bed rest for now, and we can start doing hard foods soon. I think if everything's looking good, we can discharge you for home care in the next few days," she says, and notes it in her chart. "Do you have any questions for me?"

Jane Roe has posed:
"I can't help it if all I am allowed to do is sit in my bed all day for the last days. Plus, I love the epiction of cyberspace, even though it shows that the witers and makers had no idea what they should do. Just artist interpretation." Jane notes, enduring the EEG hood as it is affixed. That her brainpatterns were nonstandard even before the cuts shoudl be decently known by now.

"So, a swelling where the little sucker used to sit, if I got that right. Just need to figure out where I parked my truck or which impound lot holds it, so I have a place to go home to. As for questions to you..." Jane closes her green eyes, then sighs as she opens them again. "What's on the tab so far for neurosurogy and hospital stay, and does the hospital take Crypo or stock?"

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
"The cost has been covered," Caitlin assures Jane. "Between the Titan's Foundation, the hospital charity, and the DEO's medical fund for metas, you won't owe anything on this. If you're just curious, it comes to..." she brings it up on her screen. "Around $75,000 all told."

"But like I said, there's a reason these funds exist," she tells Jane. "You're not the first one of us who has needed expensive surgery and recovery time. When I broke my femur I was stuck in bed for the better part of two weeks, until they finally found a company that could print me a titanium leg brace."

The redhead gets to her feet and gathers up her tablet, notepad, and pens, forgetting the one she absentmindedly tucked into her hair. "I've got to get back to school unfortunately, but I'll be by this evening to check on you again," Caitlin promises. "The staff here will take good care of you until then." She flashes a bright, encouraging smile, and gives Jane's shin a little squeeze. "And you can call me if anything comes up. Okay?"

Jane Roe has posed:
Eyebrows rise at the naming of charitable organisations, then a sigh at the number. "God, I'd have to liquidate a lot to pay that... so I guess I am lucky... but then again, only so much that I got beaten up and my skills stolen without pay for this. Oh, and don't forget Succubus encounter..."

"A broken leg isn't like having someone dig through your brain, but I guess the equivalent stands. But if you want to armor your leg, try a tungsten-carbide. Lasersintered and wrapped a Carbonfiber shell. Not exactly bullet proof, but heavy duty, even for an amazon like you."

Stretchuing the arms to reach for the little tray table at the side to pull over the armored up laptop, Jane nods at the nigh goodbye. "I should get you some nigh vintage google glasses and then you could take out your bedridden patients till they are allowed to leave after invasive care like this. Plus, someone could be the voice in your ear and actually be helpful."