[b] “Tell me not how I feel my injuries, dammit...”[/b] Cath growled in annoyance as she slowly released her hold and her body relaxed back in a laying position. True enough she barely felt anything from all the drugs that were injected into her. This was a familiar feeling through, after all most her assignments ended in such a way... she still remembered what she looked like after that fight with the wych... Hmmm the very thought of it brought a smile on her face, part proud she defeated such an enemy and part that she so wanted the dark elder's weapon from that time... That blasted whip and it's cursed touch. A single touch that sends terrible waves of pain through one's body... damn how she wanted to wrap it around that psyker's neck right now... She started giggling... Well the drugs were getting to her head alright.

[b] “Heh... fix me... like I'm some machine...?”[/b] Cath was still giggling at the whole situation. Sure... she was a machine... a tool for this blasted Imperium...  None of that came out of her mouth, but she sure thought it was funny.

 As the newly arrived started his work on her, Cath wasn't going to move, even if she wasn't told. She was an experienced enough soldier with more than her fair share of medicine hours after each huge injury she would sustain. It was frankly a miracle she wasn't missing a limb or two by this point.
 
 She paid no attention or at least tried to at the procedure as her skin was punctured so they could access her broken bones. Now this was not a thing she had experienced before. Her usual process of healing would include the minimal required stay in medical ward until the worst injuries are headed or at least stable, before being thrown back on the field. Such was the life of the imperial guard... Pawns to be ordered around...  Humans who's lives were cheaper than the weapons they used.

 [b]“I don't need much treatment... just setting the bones right and keeping them in place should be enough... cough”[/b] She said trying to slowly get up, but hey drugs were quite in effect, rendering her body not as ready to reply to her commands as she wanted it to. Eventually she decided not to struggle with it[b].” Alright then... vegence will be done later...”[/b] She mumbled, thinking about Adrianne, her hand clenching into a fist.

 [b]“If you are the inquisitor who's send me here... then my equipment shouldn't be too far. They told me everything I wanted will be send over to your location in the unlikely case I survive and am extracted... I have a sword in it... I don't care about anything else, but the chainsaber. It's a battle trophy from my first battle...”[/b] She said, looking around now. Who would have thought these guys had a HQ not too far from the cult...