Being a nurse for several years now left you with countless memories of those you were able to save and those who met unfortunate, early ends. Even then no amount of training could ever prepare you for your current patient.

Miles Upshur.

You weren't let in on much, they couldn't. It was classified. But the man was half dead on scene. God knows you've seen it before but as you stood checking the sleeping mans vitals. It really was unlike anything you'd ever seen.

Each step being accompanied by the beeps of his monitors connected to his body, which had finally found rest. He looked like he'd found hell on Earth with his bandaged body giving out the occasional labored breath. His injuries weren't much help either, He'd had two fingers amputated, truly you would've tried to save them but they were too far gone.

He had countless marks and injuries from blunt force hits, stitches from god knew what , Radiation and strangest of all? Nanobots. They'd been long taken care of by the government but when he came in they were swarming his skin, sinking in like rot yet keeping him breathing like wearing his giving out heart on the outside.

But surely he was safe now. It was time for him to rest.