Bonesaw- DoD Hands

A thin plastic sheet was draped across her lap now, with blood settling into the creases.  Her arms were short, ending in stumps with raw flesh at the ends.  Instead of bones of the forearm, there were metal tubes extending a few inches past the flesh.

She studied it all before blinking a few times.  It really bothered her how the sleep mask had folded back her eyelashes, making them feel sticky and weird.

Riley practically hummed as she moved across the room, moving things as she searched.  A heart in a jar here, a jar marked ‘bile’ there.  “I don’t think I have any cups I’m not using for something already.”
...

“Apparently not,” Riley said.  She picked up Ashley’s dismembered arm, bringing it over to Ashley and holding it against her upper arm.  Comparing skin.

“Oh, that’s the feeling that keeps waking me up from my naps,” Ashley said.

“Stick your lip out?  Pouty like?”

Ashley stared at Riley, lips pressed in a firm line.

“I’m not trying to poke fun.  I want to color match some other tissue to the inside of your mouth.”

“You don’t need other tissue.  It’s skin wrapped around machine hands.”

“There’s living matter worked in there, and the flesh immediately under the skin will affect the color of the skin over it.”

Ashley stared Riley down.

“Indulge me,” Riley said.  “So few do, nowadays.  Let me get the data I need to make your arms the best I can give you.”
...

“Why sharp?  I want to know what you’re doing with my hands.”

“I’m not keeping secrets from you,” Riley said.  She turned around.  “I didn’t think about it.  Old habits die hard, you know.”

“You weaponized me?” Ashley asked.

“Only a little.  Don’t get upset.  I left it so that if something went wrong, you could tear off your arm and stab someone with the tube.  Small, tiny weapon.”

Ashley raised her arm, studying the blood-slick metal tube.

She used the cleaner part of her arm to wipe at the corner of her mouth.

“It’s the equivalent of putting a rifle bayonet on a tank barrel,” Riley said.

- Ward, Eclipse x.3