"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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[notlewis]

"Hey hey hey! Hold still!"

Luis was, at this point, trying to assess his condition-- an internal injury was beyond what he felt all right doing, but he could at least try to speed things along.

"Somebody will go get your phone, amigo. Quit moving."

[quark-assassin.livejournal.com]

Dustin obstinately ignored him, trying a more coordinated approach at shifting his head; the movement started in his foot, arced through his back and branched into his prosthetic, which found a firm grasp on the edge of his cot and pushed, lifting him just enough to where he could flop over and, glaring with bright green, bloodshot eyes, get a better idea of just who apparently had him under his jurisdiction. The face was vaguely familiar, not enough to ring any immediate bells in his delirious mind, but that wasn’t exactly what Dustin was concerned with. If he was where he suspected he was, then he already didn’t like this person.

No time like the present to ask, though, and Dustin had his priorities. He fell back with a wet sort of sound on the bedding and turned his gaze to the ceiling. “…Where am—?“

—Wait, no, that was a stupid question, he knew where he was. Dustin squinted his eyes closed as he attempted to gather his thoughts—and succeeded, though his memory slipped, and the location was a little off.

“—Where’s Clay?” Another pointed glare in Luis’s direction, though it was obviously unfocused. “Tell the front—Doctor Epps—They’ll know—“