The healer's expression hadn't gone unnoticed, though far more subtle than the other experts that had quickly recovered from their shock to poke and prod. Bucky didn't know a damned thing about amputations other than his own, but it was obvious to even him that the Death Eaters did a bit of a hack job at it, though they'd always seemed stupidly proud of their work. It had hurt then a lot more than it did now, so what was he even complaining about?
He followed along with the information, heart sinking as it sounded like the healer was preparing to tell him that he was far too broken to fix and that whatever had been done to him had no solution. The light tap against metal had his jaw clenching, but it was the word procedure that caused an outright flinch from Bucky, an echo of a voice that wasn't Lecter's and the high-pitched whirring of a blade.
Bucky shut his eyes tightly again, missing the last bit of instruction while trying to focus on the don't worry even though that was the sort of thing people tended to say when it was about to get bad. "Okay," he said dully, mouth feeling dry. "What other ways?"