Hannibal sighed. "Please try not to wound yourself further. And you'll get a spinal and epidural and like it."

The nurse went about setting up an IV and blood for her as Hannibal started carefully snipping off the boot.

"I'll do my best to replant these, but if they don't take, you may need prostheses," he explained. "Or we can speak to some of the island's less or more scientific practitioners; I don't know if their talents extend to regrowing limbs. Do you have any experience with or aversion to magic or aliens?"