"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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Re: POST-BATTLE

[shewaslost.livejournal.com]

Rose didn’t walk into Medbay so much as half-hop, half-be carried by a more mobile crewmember. She’d managed to convince him to help her to the Armory first to drop off her weapons, and now he helped her to an empty cot. She waved him away with a quiet ‘thanks’.

She scraped some blood-matted from her face, generally looking disgruntled; she was dirty, hurting, and tired. Her ankle was throbbing and probably turning colors under her trouser leg, and it hurt to breathe. This wasn’t the worst shape she’d ended up with after a battle, but running was going to be an issue.

She wanted nothing more than to check on her mates, then down some paracetamol and sleep for a week.