Malia held her breath as she waited for him to answer. Honestly, she was scared that he’d realize he couldn’t give up this life, that he had to keep going. That she would lose him. In one way or another. However, as he expressed his plans to stay, to settle with her, she blushed. With a smile far wider than many she’d given in the recent days, she reached over and rubbed his arm, her eyes sparkling. “I love you, you know that?” She walked around the room, reaching behind her and pulling her hair back, tying it up. It was rather warm—she wanted to keep the dark strands off her neck.<br/><br/>When Carson called her name, she didn’t look up. She was shifting through a handful of folders with numerous files within them. “Hm?” She questioned, her eyes trained on the papers. However, his panicked voiced and his strained yelp caused her to spin around, her eyebrows furrowed. She looked down to his stuck arm, her eyes widening in alarm. She made it to him in maybe two steps, her hands finding his arm as it was latched in the machine. “What the f-“ TRIM interrupted her, suddenly releasing his injured hand. “Are you okay?” Her voice was rushed.<br/><br/>She watched as he unraveled the gauze and flexed his fingers, her confused look never leaving her face. As he extended his arm she took it in her hands, feeling around his fingers. When he didn’t flinch, she shook her head. “No way, that’s impossible.” She went silently for a moment before —on impulse, she grabbed Carson’s knife from his waistband, sliding it across her palm, slicing the skin. She winced, and then shoved her hand into the system.<br/><br/>The screens lit up once again, the same cheery voice echoing through the room. After it scanned her hand, she felt a sharp jab into her palm. “Son of a bitch,” she cursed, wincing at the sting. But, soon enough, the machine released her hand. She didn’t listen to what it had administered, something about ‘collagen fibers’, she only looked down to her hand in complete awe. The blood was gone, the nasty slice across her hand now a pink line as something had bound the skin back together. “What...the...hell...” She looked to Carson with wide eyes, rubbing her fingers over the faded mark.<br/><br/>“That’s...absolutely insane.” She looked around the room, her eyes stopping on a door. It read ‘SURGERY’. She strode towards it, pushing it open, what she saw made her jaw drop, even more than before. “Carson, you’ve gotta see this...” in the middle of the room was what looked to be an operating table. Only, it was covered by a glass dome. There were three screens on a large panel across the front, again the word T.R.I.M was labeled across, with a dash mark next to it. ‘—Operation System.’<br/><br/>“No way...” She was still hold a knife, she handed it to Carson. “Stab me, let’s see if it works.” She nudged him with the holy, her eyes still on the machine.