Slightly off to one side is Jamie, watching the controlled chaos of the hangar in an effort to try and distract himself, one hand still holding onto his injured shoulder. He had been hoping that whatever had happened when he took that last blow was temporary, but the pain doesn't seem to be getting any better.

It doesn't help that the adrenaline rush from being morphed had all but worn off, the lack of that faint buzz in the back of his head making him all the more aware of how tired he truly is right now. Leaning his head back against the hull of someone's personal transport vehicle that hadn't been in the the fight, he closes his eyes for a moment. He'd have to go get this looked at sooner rather than later, but maybe if he just takes a minute or two longer he can work up the energy to get to medbay...or at least get a start on it and actually move from where he's standing.