[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#4dffa6]Dorothy Pender[/color][/h1][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/962ef59204a76e0ab5084dcb4f2e859a/tumblr_mtvrgesDaN1sjk6c2o3_250.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Med Bay[/center][hr][hr]Dorothy smirked slightly at Anisa's assessment of Patience. She couldn't help but agree with the captain wholeheartedly, but she had more important things to do than to get into an argument with the Preacher. For now, both Anisa and Camilla were in the golden hour. A fight might push them out of that and cause the Preacher to have someone more important to give last right's to. [color=4dffa6]"Gen, this best be important, otherwise I need you to get gone, understood? Ma shong, Gen."[/color] She didn't exactly need the Companion to be getting underfoot at the moment. She preferred to have the Med Bay clear, allowing her to quickly move around if needed. [color=4dffa6]"Unless, of course, you have a bullet in you as well?"[/color]

Nodding, Dorothy returned to a crouched position by Camilla. Eyeing the entry and exit wounds in turn, she grabbed an antiseptic and began to clean Camilla's wound. [color=4dffa6]"So, Camilla, what's your favorite color?"[/color] Normally, Dorothy would've asked her patients to talk about a memory from their childhood, anything to keep them calm and steady. But for Camilla, she doubted that would've kept her in decent shape. It was a bit of a painstaking process, cleaning out the wound, and she kept her eyes glued on her patient. An antibiotic may become more than necessary otherwise. Setting aside the antiseptic once she finished, Dorothy grabbed a fresh bandage, and began bandaging up the shoulder, careful to keep pressure on it. [color=4dffa6]"Camilla, love, are you feeling any dizziness? I need to know if you'll need more blood, but you seem to be remarkably well,"[/color] Dorothy mused. She kept pressure on the wound, counting up in her head as to pass the time, as she waited for the bleeding to stop. In some cases, it could take upwards of ten minutes. As soon as she judged her patient to be fine, Dorothy smiled, and took a step back. [color=4dffa6]"Try to be kind to that, yeah? Don't be going off and hurting it again for a little while."[/color]

Changing out her gloves and grabbing the supplies she'd need to treat Anisa, she moved over towards the Captain. A quick inspection confirmed her thoughts--the bullet was still inside of Anisa. She'd need to extract it, otherwise, lead poisoning could become incredibly possible. [color=4dffa6]"So, Captain, tell me all about your dream pair of heels?"[/color] Dorothy asked, maneuvering the light above to shine down on Anisa's thigh. With various metal instruments, Dorothy held what appeared to be a glorified pair of tweezers in one hand, and in the other, a simple rod to help her ease the wound open, as well as keep pressure. She would nod along as Anisa (hopefully) went on about her dream pair of shoes, carefully easing her instruments into the wound, her hands steady. As long as Anisa didn't flinch, everything would be fine. Neither of them seemed like they'd go into shock, thankfully. The bullet was mostly intact, and Dorothy found the largest piece, and slowly removed it. She set it aside, repeating the process until the bullets were out. 

[color=4dffa6]"What about your dream coat, hmm?"[/color] Dorothy asked, now largely repeating the work she'd already done on Camilla. She sterilized and cleaned the wound, bandaging it up and applying pressure in order to stop the bleeding. Anisa's pants were largely in tatters, after Preacher ever so kindly tore them apart. Once her work was largely done, Dorothy took a step back, examining the pair of them. She had adrenaline on hand, if they needed it, and a fairly decent supply of blood. 

[color=4dffa6]"You've both been shot before, so I'm assuming you'll be able to tell if you're going into shock, or if you're dizzy from blood loss,"[/color] Dorothy said, eyeing Camilla and Anisa. [color=4dffa6]"So, that being said...How are you feeling now?"[/color]