Dream put down her cards. "Oh. A message." She said idly, glancing at the screen on the wall. "I'll pick up, gimme a moment."
She stood up from the chair and walked to the console and...
And she blanched. Or something like that: her complexion, from her usual green tint, shifted to a bitter yellow.
"...by the Ten Gods." She murmured to herself, reading and rereading the message. She turned around to Pave, furiously: "WE HAVE A WOUNDED!" She simply shouted before running away with amazing speed, out of the room, towards the cargo bay.
She busted in there a few seconds later. There was a decapitated power armor and lots of blood and a man on the ground, and that last detail was all she needed to know.
He was a tall, fit young fellow with black hair and blood all over him. Fortunately, it didn't seem like it was all his.
Dream's cybernetic eye quickly scanned his vital functions as her hands deftly pulled out a rather large, wicked-looking black knife, or perhaps an oversized scalpel with a serrated back edge, from one of her numerous belt pouches, and unceremoniously ripped open Fian's uniform, exposing his torso. Meanwhile, her eye was pouring screens over screens of medical information into her field of view.
Scanning... Error 25: Unknown Biology.
Searching in database for corresponding biology... Found: Nepleslian, Male
Scanning...
He had lost consciousness from the shock of the assault, but he would probably come back to his senses very soon. And that would be a problem for her, especially if he started moving and trashing around.
"Ok. First thing, Greenwall lymph." She said to herself, putting the knife-scalpel aside and pulling something else out of the belt: a large syringe, an actual plastic-and-steel-needle syringe like back in the middle ages, and filled it with a few drops of a green, transparent liquid from a very small vial, perhaps only a milliliter or two.
Kneeling by his side, he injected the liquid at the base of his neck, very near to his spinal cord.
"Good, this should stop pain and anesthetize everything but the head." She said to herself, throwing away the syringe behind her back. Now she could wake him up: he would only be able to talk and look around while still keeping him paralyzed from the head down.
However, she didn't have the time to do that now: better to just wait for him to come back to his senses on his own, and concentrate on the wounds.
Scan complete.
Wound #1: Cause: kinetic energy missile weapon. Location: right shoulder. Damage: Incomplete fracture of the Clavicle. Bullet still lodged...
"Damn it." He had five bullets in him: right shoulder, right lung, one lodged in the ribcage, one which stopped a few centimeters shy of the heart and one that had split in two the inferior vena cava. Plus, he had a sixth wound: a bullet that, by some strange twist of fate, had passed him from side to side without damaging anything important.
Overall, he didn't look good. At all. "Terra, guide my hands..." She murmured, reaching in his apparently endless belt pockets and pulling out of one of them a glass jar full of some kind of greenish-violet goo in which a number of small, slimy, leech-like creatures drifted slowly. She set it aside, however, for the moment, wielding instead what looked like a long pair of black metal forceps. The forceps had some kind of circuitry and a small computer monitor on the end of a flexible metallic support, with half a dozen of assorted buttons, levers and knobs, and overall an oddly hi-tech albeit retrò look.
"Damnit, it's lead, I can't pull it out with a magnetic lock... I'll have to do it the old-fashioned way." Dream plunged firmly the forceps into the bullet hole just below the heart. She reached, grabbed and yanked, all in the space of less than five seconds, and was greeted by a splash of dark, venous blood, like a spectacular geyser, from Fian's body.
She quickly reached for the jar, opening it in a single deft motion, picking a slug from the goo and slapping it on the hole in Fian's chest.
The tiny, slimy creature adhered to the wound, stopping the blood loss, and slowly crawled down, burrowing into the Nepleslian's body.
"Now, if only I had blood to give him, to keep his body from going into shock..." She wondered. "Oh?" He was slowly opening his eyes. "You awake now?" She asked in a polite, cordial tone, completely alien to the situation.
Well, she was completely covered in blood. She had a black forceps that looked like some kind of torture tool in hand, and around her were scattered a scalpel so large it was almost indistinguishable from a bayonet, a large used syringe and a jar full of goo and tiny flesh-burrowing chibi cthulhoid monstrosities. And she was smiling.
For the second time, she plunged her forceps into Fian, pulled out a bullet, threw it away, and slapped a slug on the wound. Her movements were self-assured, almost casual, like she'd been doing this since the day she was born.
"Don't worry. You'll be fine. Probably." And she smiled again.
