[Wilson tests out his hand, flexing his fingers in suspicious amazement. Good as new. No pain, no scar, no nothing. In his experience, when a hand gets crushed like that, you just, well, you don't have a hand anymore. Not that he's complaining; he's glad to have all of his digits in working order again, but...]
This doesn't make sense. [He's still transfixed by his lack of horrible injury, but his companion has been similarly healed. Suddenly, Wilson stands up, shaking out his arm like he's testing whether or not his new hand will stay attached.] This isn't... It's just not possible. This goes beyond--well beyond--medical miracle or whatever you'd like to call it. Even the most advanced surgical robots aren't capable of this kind of work. Not even... [He blows out a puff of air.] Not even close.
[He does a quick survey of the room. Where exactly do those little spiders come from, anyway? And how do those tiny things replace a whole body part like that? He squints at the base of the walls, looking for any kind of small hole or crack that they might have slipped into.] We need to get to the bottom of this. I don't trust those things, hand or no hand. [He wiggles his fingers at his companion.]
Dr. James Wilson | House M.D.
[Wilson tests out his hand, flexing his fingers in suspicious amazement. Good as new. No pain, no scar, no nothing. In his experience, when a hand gets crushed like that, you just, well, you don't have a hand anymore. Not that he's complaining; he's glad to have all of his digits in working order again, but...]
This doesn't make sense. [He's still transfixed by his lack of horrible injury, but his companion has been similarly healed. Suddenly, Wilson stands up, shaking out his arm like he's testing whether or not his new hand will stay attached.] This isn't... It's just not possible. This goes beyond--well beyond--medical miracle or whatever you'd like to call it. Even the most advanced surgical robots aren't capable of this kind of work. Not even... [He blows out a puff of air.] Not even close.
[He does a quick survey of the room. Where exactly do those little spiders come from, anyway? And how do those tiny things replace a whole body part like that? He squints at the base of the walls, looking for any kind of small hole or crack that they might have slipped into.] We need to get to the bottom of this. I don't trust those things, hand or no hand. [He wiggles his fingers at his companion.]