[ Or maybe he could. There's much more advanced technology here, even magic, and Harold knows several healers as well as a bog standard Earth trauma surgeon. But he's never asked. Not because he's punishing himself or something asinine like that -- he cannot make up for his mistakes with physical pain -- but because he has to think it would be more trouble than it's worth, especially when he always assumed he didn't have much longer to live anyway.
Maybe that's different now, but he's not ready to think about it.
Harold hands the device over and asks simply, ] Aren't you?
[ Emotionally, of course, and he wouldn't be surprised if he was physically in pain as well and hiding it, the kind of life he's led. ]
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Maybe that's different now, but he's not ready to think about it.
Harold hands the device over and asks simply, ] Aren't you?
[ Emotionally, of course, and he wouldn't be surprised if he was physically in pain as well and hiding it, the kind of life he's led. ]