One of the biggest inconveniences of getting in and out of the chair was being lopsided. The limbs on the right side of his body had been far more successful at regenerating then those on his left. Which resulted in more mass and all the inherent problems of being off kilter.
Surprisingly, Fructose had adjusted well to relying on Eyeball for mobility assistance. The android was, of course, more than happy to help the doctor. Before this, the idea of admitting he needed help would have made him deeply uncomfortable. Three years as a corpse changed things.
Which was why Fructose hadn't even protested Eyeball insisting on accompanying him to Rapture. Well, he had protested but only a moderate amount which was no where near as much as you'd have expected. It was Doc's first time leaving the arcade since he had been found and regenerated. He had informed the royals where he was going and, whatever their feelings on the matter, they hadn't tried to protest it. After over a year of remaining solely in his own arcade, trying to have him remain restricted any longer was bound to make him go off somewhere out of spite.
Looking down at himself, Fructose thought (not for the first time) that Chrome was going to have some feelings about just how much of him was still missing. He shrugged as Eyeball started pushing the chair. Nothing to be done about it.
Maybe she won't notice, he thought with a smirk.
