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Already busy with removing a shard of metal from a private's thigh, Layette didn't bother with the formalities of a salute and simply nodded, gesturing her over.
"Hold her leg down, private." She said, grasping the shard of metal in one hand and a strip of synthskin in the other she waited for Sif to hold the leg in place before she pulled the shard out in a single motion. The woman cried out and Layette pressed the synthskin over the wound, discarding the bloodied metal scrap as the synthskin began to adhere over the wound.
"Thank you, private Artii." Sh said, wasting no time getting to her feet. She paused a moment to take stock of her medical supplies. The initial chaos had used up almost half of them, most people being either only minorly wounded, or beyond the help of a first aid kit. The only thing she was nearly out of was sedative.
"I am going to need to get to the medbay if I am to treat any more severe injuries." She said.