Ursa slowly walked, or rather limped down the hallway. She spoke evenly with the young cowboy about the visit to the Theonia, and the rubble that was left. Needless to say, she didn't have enough information to help and it still slightly mystified her that she wanted to. When they reached the med bay she almost whimpered in relief. The pain from her leg and the arm burns were becoming worse as she kept on her feet. When she arrived she moved over to Mac telling him to leave Mr. Wylder alone, even though his suspicions were correct. He gave her a look that signified he wasn't happy that she was cooperating with him, but the bottom line was it was her ship and her rules. She gave the matter no more consideration then limped over to Emmett, "[color=00746b]I know how you feel about cops but on this ship. He is just as much a guest as you are. You touch him and I throw your ass into deep space. Got it?[/color]" 

She looked up at Emmett through her one good eye and tried to make her threat seem menacing, even though she was slowly swaying from side to side. After a few minutes, she gave up letting her threat hang in the air as she walked over to Taylor. Taylor was a small battle set Medical Android, which they had found from an old SC-17 Battleship. He was in pieces but Kira, the ship's mechanic found some fluorescent pink parts from the same model in the black market along with a few other small alterations so that he became the Ranger's sole medical practitioner. Ursa hoped on the bed, slowly turning so that Taylor could scan her fully. Taylor shook his head, "[color=f49ac2]URSA COOPER. PATIENT 3217. LOADING MEDICAL HISTORY. SCANNING FOR INJURIES! ...PATIENT IS DEAD! HA HA HA! TAYLOR IS COMEDY ROBOT![/color]" 

Ursa blinked, "[color=00746b]Taylor, as much as I appreciate your attempt at humor, just please get on with it.[/color]" 

Taylor lifted his arms, "[color=f49ac2]PATIENT 3217 DOESN'T APPRECIATE GOOD COMEDY. DAMAGE TO FUNNY BONE...VISIBLE. PROCEEDING WITH MEDICAL ASSISTANCE! PREPARING ANESTHESIA! OUT OF ANESTHESIA! PROCEED WITHOUT DRUG?[/color]" 

Ursa shut her eyes slapping the bed angrily, "[color=00746b]Fuck. I knew we were low on it. Do we have any...[/color]"

Mac shook his head giving her a look of pity. She pinched the bridge of her nose as Taylor began again, "[color=f49ac2]PROCEED WITHOU..[/color]"

"[color=00746b]YES. Proceed without the fucking drug.[/color]" Ursa shouted angrily as she moved to lay down, her eyes focusing ahead of her when suddenly she saw Juniper beside her asking if she was alright. She was about to speak when Jean spoke up talking to the room, but mainly Emmett. When he was done, Ursa gave her a warm smile, happy that the young lady wasn't hurt too much because of her, "[color=00746b]Yeah...sorry. I usually am more careful when I am transporting my passengers. I'll be fine, once I am all patched up! Are you okay? That bruise on your shoulder looks like it..aaahhh..[/color]"

Ursa let out a cry as Taylor began to stitch up her leg. Her body immediately tried to move away from the needle but Taylor clamped down on her leg so she couldn't move. She shut her eyes gripping the edge of the table as she began to shake slightly, a few tears running down the sides of her cheeks. After he finished stitching up her leg, she sunk to the table, breathing heavily as she looked over at Juniper, "[color=00746b]...hurt.[/color]"

She turned to the right whimpering slightly against the table after Taylor placed the bandage on her sore and swollen, but newly stitched leg, then he moved up to her stomach and arms and pulled her back into position before he got back to work. Ursa tried to listen to Jean speak, but the pain was taking up too much of her attention. She just turned her head so she was facing the wall, trying not to let the handsome policeman, Draykon or even Juniper who she felt very protective over for some strange reason see her so weak. It wasn't even the wounds that made her lose it, it was all the violence. People had tried to kill her before, but 80% of the time she could talk or pay her way out of it. The fact that she had tried to be killed three times and that they were succeeding in at least catching her off guard made her feel out of her element. Her thoughts also went to Yondi and Maria, whom she had dined with, laughed with, and even trusted at some point. Now they were both dead and she was the one who ended them. She never hated being a smuggler, but she absolutely hated herself for taking the life of another person. Logically she knew what she did had to be done, but she detested the whole action none the less. More tears flowed down her cheeks when finally Taylor was done. She was mentally and physically exhausted, and after Mac waved away Jean's cigarette he walked over and gave her a hand. She paused for a minute turning to look up at him. He just gave her a warm smile, knowing exactly how she was feeling as he always did. She let out a breath and then nodded, wiping her eyes before she took his hand and sat up, her yellow eyes turning to look at Juniper, the last Theonian. Emmett was right, she was the one who found the girl so she was responsible in helping her any way she could. She turned back to Jean, her voice barely audible behind her shaking body, "[color=00746b]All I know is, that the only one I met was Gertrude Skranger who provided me with half the kredits for the transport a phone number, and a file to be given to Emmett. She only mentioned Bob once and it was in reference to hiring the best for this particular mission. I never even looked at the file. Just gave it to Emmett and the number.[/color]" 

She turned to look at Emmett, swaying slightly as Mac came over steady her. She leaned against him, as she tried not to pass out or fall asleep, "[color=00746b]Your turn.[/color]"