Mass Effect Epilogue
I've long since lost
track of the time. The doctors were very careful in maintaining an
inoffensive atmosphere of healing for me. No clocks. No technology.
No connection to the outside world. Just a bed, an analog video
monitor, a music player, and a relatively pleasant view of the
outside. For a wing fashioned out of what remained of the Citadel, it
was quite relaxing. Physical therapy came and went, bandages were
redressed, bones were set and healed. Several geth platforms came to
visit me, equipped with some snippets of information from SAM to help
reform my mental state. It was all a lovely comforting little bubble
after the nightmare we all survived.
