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After having slung three broken limbs and sealing five lacerations, Layette jogged over to Arica and the injured man. She stared solemnly at the man for a brief moment, looking him up and down. His eyes and mot of his face was burned and lacerated, reparable, but only in the surgery bay. A large shard of console was jutting from his chest and bleeding profusely. Not in the right position to hit the heart, but might have punctured his lung. A quick inspection of the bloody spittle around his mouth confirmed this. She sighed softly and looked to Arica. Saying nothing, she shook her head before turning her attention back to the man, a young corporal.
"Relax, corporal." She said, calmly and firmly, placing a hand on his shoulder and taking his arm. "I am CMO Mackinyre. Please hold still. I am going to give you an injection."
She removed a needle gun from her medkit and placed it against the soft flesh of his forearm. There was a soft hiss of CO2 and as she removed the needle the corporal slumped in his seat, unconscious.
"I am afraid that is all I can do for him." She said to Arica.