"There is no other in my family bears the same curse as I" she replied honestly. "My dear twin brother were both born cursed but ours were different. While I was born with the rot within me, he was born cursed to never grow older. So while I grew and my body decayed, he remained small and child like, but his wisdom grew with each passing day" she said, a small smile lifting the corners of her mouth.
"He was determined to heal me of my affliction. And so he created my prosthetics and the unalloyed golden needle that would hold back the rot" she explained. She uncurled her scaly fingers from around the needle and held it out for Dr Cuddy, allowing her to inspect it.
The needle was in fact not whole, unfortunately. It had been broken. She knew it would have been simple to insert the needle into her shoulder and hope that it would stave off her advanced rot but she couldn't use it while it was broken. The small, delicate golden needle was covered in small thorny like barbs that hooked into the flesh, allowing Miquella's mystical magics to work, allowing the strange gold to ward off even the influence of a powerful Outer God.