Concussion…

Four broken ribs…

Two fractured ribs…

Whiplash…

Potential Spinal Compression…

Minor Pulmonary Edema…

Torn Rotator Cuff…

That was the final list of injuries Washu rattled off in annoyance as Sailor Mercury carefully inspected the symptoms I'd been exhibiting. Half of them, I had noted, were the result of one single event. Getting bitchslapped by a fifteen hundred-pound monster... The others had been split up amongst a number of events during the course of the battle.

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Washu expected that due to the extent of my injuries, that it would probably take me two to three days to heal. The concussion was the only thing that might take longer. Due to the delicate nature of the human brain, the Nanomachines would not work as fast as they would with the simpler structures in my body.