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It’s still jarring to see, even years later. Glistening metal where skin should have been, wiring where muscles *had* been. He didn’t know what had become of his nerves but he knew they still worked.Because he hurt.The muscles in Nathan’s neck and back that were still flesh were knotted and roaring and it never stopped. He just pushed through it but when he was alone he medicated. Beer was the easiest and went down the smoothest.Nathan’s calloused fingers moved slowly over the shimmering metal that had replaced his collarbone with disgust and downed a fresh can of beer before crushing the bright aluminum in his fist and sat on the already sagging mattress.He didn’t remember falling asleep.