[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#4dffa6]Dorothy Pender[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7vpx3X8qx1rsy50k.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Med Bay Exterior[/center][hr][hr]Dorothy raises an eyebrow at the boy's remark. She knew perfectly well that she could simply leave the boy alone, and let him struggle to find some form of shelter. The odds that infection would set in were great, and she recalled the many injuries she tended to as a child, the daughter of a drunken bar owner. [color=4dffa6]"You best stay off it,"[/color] Dorothy warned, finally finishing setting his leg. She gave him an antibiotic, knowing that the boy wouldn't listen to her, and that he'd do [i]something[/i] stupid. 

[color=4dffa6]"Now, you can run on back to Patience once the Captain lets you leave, "[/color] Dorothy said slowly, [color=4dffa6]"But you'll end up with worse than a broken leg, you understand?"[/color] The roughness of her voice was usually masked with the correctness of the Core Worlds, a product of her education and work. But sometimes, on days like these, her more natural voice bled through. 

She took off her gloves, putting them in her pocket, as she glanced back inside of the Medical Bay. It was her domain on the ship, but she decided to leave Anisa and Jackson be for the moment. However, from the slight reflection of the glass, she saw her sister, Daphne, looking largely just as she had left her. Dorothy beamed. [color=4dffa6]"Mei-mei, you need somethin'?"[/color] Dorothy asked, noting the medical kits.