Entry tags:
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- !location: med bay,
- !plot: contact,
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- fate testarossa harlaown,
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- kang,
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- yoshimi ito
"OW! That so totally hurts!" -- Charles Xavier
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."
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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"Aye, I suppose. But I don't know what ye are worrying about. They'll take care of those cases before they get around to taking a look at us anyway." Assuming, of course, that the Doctor doesn't decide to escape while he can, since he hasn't been noticed yet. Jamie takes a look around the room, then sighs.
"I think we may have a wee bit of a wait. Do ye have some cards or anything in your pockets we can use to pass the time with, Doctor?"
It doesn't really occur to him that the Doctor would have to look through the pockets one-handed. After all, he's just been assured that the hand isn't that bad, so surely it won't be an issue.
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“You would be pleasantly surprised,” the Doctor replied in a mild tone, reaching—unfortunately with his uninjured left hand—into an outside pocket, searching for the cards requested, “Medical triage may be a reliable method of assessing patient importance in theory, but in practice it often falls to the untrained mind’s personal bias—ah, one moment—“
Almost unconsciously his right hand flew from within his jacket and to the concurrent pocket, revealing the blur of a handkerchief tightly wrapped around the limb, stained in places with rusty orange; however it was gone as fast as it appeared within the cloth chamber, seen again only when the pack of cards (”World’s Greatest Inventors” edition, apparently) was located and passed to the opposite side. The action, though far more abrupt than any previously shown, seemed only to pain the Doctor slightly. His wounds were healing at the usual pace.
“Did you have a game in mind? Crazy Eights, perhaps?”
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In fact, he only barely even registers the movement of the handkerchief-wrapped hand as it slips in and out of the pocket. He rubs at his temple while nodding in agreement, trying to ignore the fact it only increases the sensation of pounding in his skull. Cards may not be the best thing at the moment, but he's hoping it'll prove enough of a distraction that he'll forget about his headache. "Aye, Crazy Eights. That sounds fine."
Jamie peers over at the pack of cards then, squinting slightly as he slowly reads out the name on the box. "World's...Greatest...Inventors," he says, then makes a small, disparaging noise. "Ye can't ever have just a normal pack of cards, can ye, Doctor? At least these ones aren't that optical illusion deck ye had the one time. I don't think my head could take that right now."