Without even such a warning, he felt his body being hoisted up into the air and onto her shoulders. "I mean, it's not every day someone sweeps me off my feet." This was the one topic he was definitely not going to be one upped on. He was the one that made the jokes. "So when do we get to have that second date?" He whispered into her ear as he wondered exactly where she was taking him. The thought of the medical bay hadn't even entered his mind, since he typically avoided that place like the plague.

Once they entered the damned place, immediately his body language changed. "Oh, you are now on my shit list you traitor." Then he was strapped into a gurney, and he was no longer allowed to move. Apparently he was getting the special treatment today, or maybe they just knew how well he reacted to being in a medical bay. "YOU OWE ME FOR THIS!" He screamed, and the sheer determination in his voice meant that he fully expected her to pay him back for forcing him into this shittiest of circumstances.

"What the hell does Foxtrot mean in this case!? Does it mean fucked? Am I fucked!?" He looked at the doctor as this was the irrational side coming to light when it come to Medical Bays. The last one he could remember was that damned Republic one, and that was a literal hell. He was now panicking that something was really wrong.