Blake simply walked to his room. "I should have one around here." He said as he opened his closet. He looked around and found an old wooden prosthetic arm. "Time to go to medic....again." He left the wooden prosthetic and walked into the medical bay of the ship. He had wrapped the sleeve around his shoulder that hurt like crazy due to it being shattered. he was covered in his own blood. Dry now due to the fire he used in the field. "I need a new arm." He grumbled. "An auto-mail arm please i would like to sock Samuel right in his head with it." He yelled at the surgeon who had walked in to the room once he saw his missing arm.