Pedro lay on a sterile white hospital bed, his body entangled in a web of wires. Several doctors hovered nearby, scrutinizing the myriad of screens before them, searching for any lingering lacerations or internal injuries that might have escaped initial detection.
They checked everywhere they needed to check and doubled it again for near perfect recovery. They double checked like this because they had to as the person was specially admitted here using connections.
After a moment, they exchanged knowing glances before the lead doctor finally spoke. "Well then, Mr. Pedro, it appears that your injuries have fully mended. You're as good as new."
Pedro, still reclined on the bed, cast an irritated look at the doctor. "See! I told you— and those other guys too, who kept poking and prodding me— that I was completely fine."