A leg to stand on: Conclusion
Location: Townsend Tower operating room 1
Timeline: The Year of the Apocalypse - 18 January 2012
Almost three hours had passed and Sean found that he had no issues standing up with his father. What ever they had shut off in his brain was working for his endurance as well. So far the job was going well. They had left him to working the muscles into the right spots and connecting them to the new leg, as this was his baby.
“Alright. Next muscle. The vastus medialis.” Seamus instructed his son. “It’s that one.” Seamus gently touched the muscle with one bare finger and he willed some of his healing powers into it. The muscle began to grow a little. “Once again, gently. Take your time.”
Sean nodded as he touched the bloody muscle. It was slick and hard to keep a hold of. But after most of the major muscles in the leg, he was getting used to it. “How are we going to know if all this works?”
“When we’re done and he’s closed and healed, we’ll move the leg and move muscles from the outside and see if the posts on the connectors move.”
“Yeah, that could be a good idea.” Sean replied as he moved the muscle into place.
Seamus nodded at his son. “I’m glad you’re helping with this. The muscle can be tricky. Plus with your leg issues, you get a better idea about how they work now.”
“I guess.” Sean said, but he didn’t shrug. “Jon’s muscles move a lot better than my leg muscles ever will.”
Several minutes passed as Sean connected the muscle to the new anchor points in the cap. These would attach to the upper leg he had designed. From there it would work like a normal leg. At least in theory
“Done.” Sean said after nearly ten minutes had passed. Seamus reached in and tested the connection, as he had done oteh others.
“Good.” Seamus said. “One last muscle. The vastus lateralis. Same concept, outside of the leg this time. It’s the only one remaining.” Seamus pointed to it and watched as his son set about trying to grab it. “So, anything thoughts of going into medical instead of your current line of work?”
“Dad, I like what I do. So no. Plus the whole blood thing?” He glanced at his father for just a moment. It was long enough to see that Syn was inside the observation room. “I’d make a crummy doctor of medicine. Not that I couldn’t do the class work with my hands tied behind my back. I just don’t have an interest in that branch of science.”
“Had to ask. You know we love you either way. I’m, just looking for possible ways to help you out.”
Sean chuckled as he kept moving the muscle. “Help me? Or help mom by getting me out of that lab and working on my doomsday laser.”
“Doomsday laser?” Seamus asked. “Really?”
“Yep. Doomsday laser.” He looked up again, then he chuckled. “Hello Syn.” No one could see it, but Seamus was sure he was smiling under his mask.
“I was hoping that I wouldn’t have to have a team go over your lab with a fine tooth comb,” Syn said over the intercom, giving a slightly nervous chuckle. “Or maybe I should? Just in case?” There was a teasing quality to her tone as she waved down at the young man from the window above
“Okay, you don’t get to hang out with your brother anymore. You haven’t mastered his sense of humor yet.”
“Do you really think I made a laser to kill off the planet?” Sean asked as he went back to his task at hand.
“Son, with your imagination and smarts, anything is possible.”
“Dad, I’m not going to do anything evil. Every project so far has been for my safety, or to power my gear. That is all.”
Seamus nodded and added. “Or to eavesdrop on SHIELD and steal plans for an arc reactor from Stark.”
This got him some looks from the nurses.
“Okay. All the stuff I said, plus that. But I still only do this for good. I’m not evil.”
“Maybe. But as your parents, we get to worry. But enough about this, I’m sure that even Syn wants to know how it’s going?”
“I have to admit to my own curiosity,” Syn responded. “Does it look to be going as well as it seems?”
“Almost got this last muscle. Then we just put the cap on and attach the leg. But for that part, we’ll need him asleep and we need to be cleaned up. Too many parts can get gummed up if we don’t change. But I’m hopeful it’s working the way it should.”
“Do whatever you need to, Doctors,” Syn said. She was glad to know that things were going well, and she breathed a bit of a sigh of relief. “I’ll let you get back to it.”
“Thank you for letting me be a part of this.” Sean said before returning his focus to his work.
It was nearly five hours from the time they had started. Jon’s vitals had been checked once again. He remained unconscious so the doctor’s could work in peace. They didn’t need him flexing and thrashing about. Seamus was now in his normal scrubs and a lab coat. Seal was wearing his normal lab clothes and his own lab coat. He wore a pair of goggles that were actually used to magnify things. While his set up may have looked strange to the nurses, none of them were making comments on it.
Jon’s wounds were all healed and closed. This left just the inner workings of the leg at risk. In the background, Sean’s music was playing. But at the insistence of his father, it wasn’t at the normal level Sean played it at.
“Nurse, can you move the light from my left shoulder to my right? Put it almost directly on my right shoulder.”
“Yes Doctor.” She said before moving the light. Sean elvaluated the situation and proceeded with what he was doing. Any electronic gear or circuits that had been needed were already in. Sean was just connecting the muscles in the real leg to the items that would simulate muscles in the new part of the leg. “We’re going good here. Just working on one more connection. After this we will need to test the leg, before he wakes.”
“Just take your time and do what you need to do, son,” Seamus told him as Sean worked alone on the leg. “And we’ll have to test it again when he is awake.”
“You know...” Sean said as he began moving the tiny parts around. “If this works, I may have a few idea’s for Aiden’s hand. I’ll just have to translate it to a smaller scale, so he isn’t lugging a ten pound glove on one wrist.”
“Talk with him, when he returns. Who knows. Maybe he’ll let you try.” Seamus replied.
Sean pulled his hands from the leg and stood up, then arched his back. As he stretched he looked to his father. “That’s the last one. We’re good to go.”
“Alright.” Seamus said. He gave his son a proud smile. “Let’s see how good this worked.”
For the next few minutes, Seamus had the nurse gently move the foot around, while he had his fingers along the muscles, just to make sure they were moving. Then they started to bend the knee a few times. After Seamus was satisfied that things had gone well, he looked to Sean. “I think we’re done. The biggest test will be when Jon is awake.”
“Agreed.” Sean said with a nod. “Does this mean I can get out of this harness and go back to my lab?”
“Yeah. You’re free.” Seamus said to his son. "Go relax. You did a goob job today."