[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#4dffa6]Dorothy Pender[/color][/h1][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7vpb7ZQ4s1rsy50k.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: The Cargo Bay ---> Med Bay[/center][hr][hr]Dorothy ceased her fire, seeing most of the miscreants drop to the ground. Blowing slightly on the edge of her gun, enjoying that old cliche, she glanced upwards. Brutus' bullet hadn't come from any of their guns down there--it'd been from on top of the ship. Smirking slightly, it took her a moment to figure Camilla must have climbed on top, acting like a proper sniper. Of course, she wasn't the only one to notice Camilla up there.

[color=4dffa6]"Preacher! Those gorram phrases of yours don't do nothing for her!"[/color] Dorothy shouted, resuming her fire. She was running low on bullets in her gun, and she'd need to reload in a moment. It was perhaps the only thing she hated about pistols--she wished reloading wasn't needed. They'd be much more efficient if they just magically reloaded themselves. But alas, that was impossible. Fortunately, it seemed the skirmish ended. Mechanically putting her gun away, Dorothy glanced out at Patience's dead and wounded. 

[color=4dffa6]"Hope you boys got yourself a doctor,"[/color] Dorothy commented, before walking over to the Captain. Examining the injury slowly, Dorothy pulled out the pair of latex gloves from her pocket, snapping them on. She was a bit unorthodox in her selection of black gloves--but she figured that patients would be less freaked out if they didn't see the contrast of blood against white or blue. 

[color=4dffa6]"You're in luck, Captain, this wound is nothing,"[/color] Dorothy encouraged, motioning for Atticus to help her move Anisa. They didn't have the luxury of having a stretcher to push around the ship, and if they did have one, she figured someone would've used it for smuggling somehow. [color=4dffa6]"Let's get her to the med bay, fix her right up."[/color]

Grabbing onto Anisa from underneath, Dorothy smiled down at the Captain. She waited for Atticus to get her legs, and once he did so, Dorothy began to walk backwards. It wasn't the first time she'd brought someone back to the Med Bay like this, and it wouldn't be the last. Fortunately, it wasn't too far. Once they were inside, Dorothy set Anisa gently down in the chair, nodding at the Preacher to show her thanks.

[color=4dffa6]"You too?"[/color] Dorothy asked slightly, glancing over at Camilla. The wound seemed to be in her shoulder. Muscles were perhaps the best place to be hit with a bullet, but shoulders could tend to be more prone to blood loss. And of course, not to mention the possibility for damage to nerves, bones, and vascular systems. Heading over to Camilla, Dorothy crouched down, examining her wound with a fresh pair of gloves. 

Whichever of the pair seemed to be in the rougher shape, she'd treat first. Had she not cared about bedside manner, she would have asked which one felt closer to death. [color=4dffa6]"I need to determine who to treat first--could you two rate your pain for me, on a scale of one to ten? Nothing seems to be all too serious, so do try to relax a bit if you can..."[/color]