[ Viktor was already typing out the question, like giving him something to do rather than sit there and fret helped him come out of his shock. ]

At the hospital. He says he's okay, but—how can he say that? It's his hand.

[ He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes briefly as he hits send on his message. ]

If the nanites in his hand are still active, there might be a chance they can ... they can reattach his hand. I can't believe I'm saying something like that in all seriousness ...