[hr][center][color=#4dff4d][h1]Benji Baker[/h1][/color][h3][hr]The Living Area[/h3][/center][hr]
[indent]After Yaz's plead, there was no immediate arrival of the summoned doctor, he seemingly disappeared with a quick dash. The minutes amounted to five, till soon building towards ten, and still, no Benji. Clearly, he heard the message-- he [i]had[/i] to-- but where was he? Finally, he returned towards the room that could have very well been a murder scene, yet this time unlike his others, Benji was not jittery nor did he sneak up on any with a chirpy greeting. Instead, he was slow and silent with wide eyes and gritted teeth. His face glistened with sweat, while heavy breaths follow his each step. Though, the most peculiar sight upon Benji within that current moment-- around his shoulders, not one, but two pairs of handcuffs dangled around his shoulders. Where he obtained such things, that is, according to rest, the unknown. [color=#4dff4d]"I-I-I... I will explain myself... later-- [i]This[/i] specifically,"[/color] he referred to the handcuffs, [color=#4dff4d]"I'll explain that... later also."[/color] He snatched away a pair of the cuffs from the place they were hanging, and proceeded to then bound the restraints around Rend's wrists, and rather tightly at that. Really, the cuffs were pointless in the sense that Rend was more a threat to himself than to the others, but Benji didn't care... Rend was going to wear these cuffs. 

The doctor, lightly touched the man's neck, first checking his pulsing and then examining the current injury. Rend was obviously choking, so Benji positioned himself to station the head while he commanded, [color=#4dff4d]"Owen, get to Rend's side. He's choking on his own blood, we're going to roll him over-- but, we have to have to keep the head, neck, and back in line with each other."[/color] He waited for Owen to make his way closely by Rend. [color=#4dff4d]"Slowly, slowly-- over to one side. Ready? Now."[/color] Cautiously, the two performed according to Benji's plan, allowing Rend to further vomit the blood he had once suffocated because of. 

[hr][center][h3]The Med Bay [/h3][/center][hr]
[/indent][indent]He had sat there for a while, without speaking to anyone about the critical patient. Just, staring, staring at a man hooked to a tube and a ventilator, without it Rend would be dead. Benji's work had been long completed by now-- from the fold stretcher Benji had Tahlia and Owen use to carry Rend to the Med Bay to the hole cut at the windpipe in order to insert the tube that would then allow oxygen to be supported to the lungs through the ventilator itself-- it was all finished. 

However, as for Benji himself, he did not look healthy. The guy looked absolutely drained, maybe a bit out of his mind when holding the second pair of handcuffs and swinging them slowly in front of his face while also paced around Rend's medical bed. All in all, his own thoughts and his own mind violated the core of what comprised his character.[/indent]