Loire certainly hadn't done anything like this before and each second that passed made everything seem both more and less surreal. He focused as hard as he could on performing surgery on Valko, because once he started thinking about everything else that was going on, he was positive he'd lose his mind. Perhaps it all went wrong the second he first set foot on Noveria ... or maybe everything went wrong further back. That night when he lost Lucine, perhaps that was what set his life events in motion in this direction? It was too late to do something differently now, he could only focus on making the best of his current situaiton. It was hard to figure out exactly what the "best of this situation" entailed exactly. Best case scenario, he wasn't killed an dperhaps he'd be dropped off at the next stop ... worst case scenario, he'd be killed as soon as this fella, Valko, was back on his feet. Either result was ... well, progress at least. Sometimes he wondered if he should just give up, what had he left to live for after all that had happened between his homeworld and his involvement in the incident in Noveria? A quick end would be a mercy wouldn't it? No, Loire reminded himself of the promises he'd made to himself and to Lucine. He'd get better ... he'd take his meds ... he'd make everything better, somehow. 

By now Valko was properly sedated. Although he'd already lost consciousness, Loire had put him under a general anaesthetic to ensure he didn't suddenly wake up halfway through surgery and flail about causing himself more harm. He cleaned up as much of the blood as he could to get a clear view of the wound. A nasty looking cluster of bullet holes, Loire had quite the mess to clean up. 


Noah attempted to get a vein from Viva's arm, to get the blood, but with all the shaking, not to mention the hint of fear that was washing over him. Noah liked control, he got anxious when he lost that control and right now he had no control over anything. Valko's life was in Loire's hands and he was powerless to help Valko, Viva was the better pilot out of the two of them, and she was doing her best to escape Noveria, even though he could fly, he knew he couldn't fly better than Viva, and so he was powerless to control the ship during their escape. 
His first jab in Viva's arm was a miss, of course between manoeuvring the ship away from their pursuers, and getting stabbed in the arm by Noah, Viva was swearing profusely, at him or the pursuers, he wasn't quite sure at this point. He grabbed her arm, holding it perhaps a little too firmly, but with the adrenalin coursing through both of them it was unlikely she would notice till later if she got bruises, Noah wasn't even aware how tightly he was holding her arm. He tried again and hit a vein, sighing internally with relief when the plasma bag attached to the syringe began to fill with blood. 
He filled it till it reached the mark the doctor had left, Loire had warned him that taking much more in one go would probably make Viva feel faint, and that he would make do with what Noah could get, if Valko needed a second transfusion, Viva could give more blood later, in the case of an emergency transfusion, syntehtic plasma would suffice. Noah didn't bother trying ot understand any of it, he just had to trust the doctor knew what he was doing. 

[b]"Okay, that should do."[/b] Noah mumbled, now wasn't the time for him to remember to say "good job Vee", his mind was elsewhere. He roughly patched a band-aid over the needle-prick-hole so blood wouldn't drip down her arm. He ran back to the med bay, setting the blood pack down in one of the metal medical pans. He looked over at Valko, his face still pale and slicked with sweat but his breathing was slightly steadier. The doctor had moved incredibly fast ... he continued to work incredibly fast with dexterous hands. He had a bizarre looking forceps and as Noah stepped back to stay out of the way, he saw the doctor pull the tool out of Valko's stomach, clutched in its metal teeth was a single bullet which Loire dropped into a different tray before going back in to route out another bullet. 

[b]"I got you the blood. How much longer is this going to take?"[/b] Noah asked, impatient as usual but this was an exceptional circumstance. 
[b]"It will take as long as it takes."[/b] Loire replied absently, his mind was focused on snatching up the next bullet lodged inside Valko's stomach, his response was automatic, not a well thought out reply. 
[b]"I said how fucking long?"[/b] 
[b]"I don't know. How many bullets are in here? I've pulled out 3, how many shots did he take?"[/b] Loire asked, trying to keep his voice calm and steady, Noah was antsy, it wouldn't do to set him off. 
[b]"Five? ... Five ... I think it was five."[/b] Noah replied, his brain working in overdrive. 
[b]"Alright then ... Almost ... Done."[/b] Loire pulled out another bullet, one more left then came the task of stitching Valko back up which would take a deal of time. The last bullet made a "tink" noise as it landed in the metal pan. 
[b]"Val gonna be okay?"[/b]
Loire nodded. [b]"I'm doing all I can, he'll need time to recover though. Can you hang up this blood bag on that IV please?"[/b] Loire said, prepping a cannula so he could begin putting Viva's blood into Valko. 
Noah complied and dragged the IV stand over and hung the blood bag from the clip. Loire prepped and set up the IV line and Viva's blood donation began filtering into Valko. Loire double checked Valko's vitals before prepping to suture the wound. 

The colour was slowly returning to Valko's pale pallor, very slowly, but he looked less like he was on the brink of death now, he still had a long way to come though, still soaked in sweat and blood and with a big open wound in his gut.
Noah left to return to the bridge. 
[b]"Doc says Val should be okay."[/b] Noah said, a rare moment where he seemed somewhat ... capable of emotion. 
[b]"Whats our status up here?"[/b] he asked, scanning the screens to see if their pursuers were still chasing their tail or if they'd made it out this time. The shaking of the ship had been unsettling, but it meant Viva was manoeuvring them, or at least trying, the shaking and swerving wasn't the shuddery-jerking sensation of taking hits, Noah took that as a good sign.