"OW! That so totally hurts!" -- Charles Xavier

[cityship]

The battle against the Ohm raged on, and the casualties on the ground were mounting. Injured crew members got emergency treatment in the field, which largely amounted to patching them up so they wouldn't die sometime within the next fifteen minutes. After that, they were quickly picked up by shuttle and brought back to the ship, where they were sent to a medbay that was getting progressively more crowded.

The situation was growing increasingly dire, to the point that Stacy activated one of the AI's to help out.



"Please state the nature of the medical emergency."

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[canhashypospray.livejournal.com]

"Nice try, kid." Bones says, giving the bandage on Hiccup's leg a very skeptical look. There was no possible way it had managed to do anything except temporarily stanch the bleeding until it got completely soaked through with blood... and Bones would deal with what (barely) passed for a prosthesis on the kid's other leg when his patient wasn't in danger of moving from a Class II to a Class III hemorrhage.

"There's not going to be any lancing, because we're not in the twelfth century and you've already lost more than enough blood today, but I'm going to take a look at that gash on your leg." This isn't an optional checkup, either.

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

"Flesh wound! Tiny, tiny scratch," Hiccup insisted.

Total lie, McCoy would find when he unwrapped the bandage. It was actually a nasty puncture wound.