So… I now had six fingers on my right hand.
Yeah, it should've been the first thing for me to notice. But in my excitement, I didn't.
Where there was supposed to be one pinky finger, there were two, both the same size as my ring finger.
Aside from that, there were some other minor differences.
Take the distribution of weight, for example.
Contrary to what I expected, my left arm — my original, human arm — was significantly weightier than my new right one, despite being almost the same in size and less in muscle.
Like, make it make sense?
On top of that, my grafted right arm ran much colder than my biological one. And when I say it was cold, I don't mean the kind of cold you feel when you forget to put on a jacket on a chilly winter morning.
No, no.
I mean something deeper.
I mean an under-the-surface, skin-deep cold that felt as if it originated from deep within the bones — or whatever passed as bones in this thing — and seeped out of the flesh in waves.
