Gotta start tinkering with what’s left, make it all fit. This book might end up being a little longer after all.
I waited until the two had left, before turning to Gina. She put up her hands. “Not a chance, Pam. I’m a doctor, not a witch. And I’m not a witch doctor, either.”
She’d used that line before, usually at parties, and despite the fact that technically she was a nurse (and thus not a witch nurse). This time, I didn’t laugh along. “I can’t believe there’s nothing vibro-medtech can’t do for him.”
Technically, Gina laughed at that. “Oh, I’m sure that there is. I just don’t know how to do it. None of us do.” She gave another one of those bitter laughs. “All this gear of ours? The salvaged stuff, and the monkey copies? We can turn them on, we can point them at our patients, and we can push the buttons and make the healing come out. Can we do ‘how?’ Sure. I can do tons of ‘how.’ But it’s been decades of work, and we’re still trying to make our way to ‘why.’ I’d call myself a witch after all, except that a witch would at least understand the underlying theory. There’s nothing we can do for him, except put him on ice.”