[color=9e0039][center][h2]Captain Brandy Carson[/h2][/center][/color]

My eyes drift down to his leg. I can see the blood rushing from the fresh wound. Despite my quickened heart beat I become more calm and focused. [b][color=9e0039]"Can you walk to the medical bay on your own?"[/color][/b] I ask him. After he assures me that he can I the handkerchief out of my pocket and press it to the wound to slow the bleeding till we get there. After discretely making our way to the medical bay I start going through the supplies they had rather than getting into my own, I want to save those for our actual mission. [b][color=9e0039]"Remove your pants please."[/color] [/b]I say professionally, without even thinking of how it could be misinterpreted. I quickly gather the thing I need to clean, stitch, and dress the wound. Also what I'll need for pulling out the bullet itself. After setting these things on a tray I remove my jacket, pin back my hair, thoroughly wash my hands, and finally put on a set of latex gloves. Then I make my way back to the Lt. Commander.