[h1][center]Kaiā€™mos Varthus[/center][/h1][hr][hr] There were times Kai'mos found himself at somewhat of a loss when it came to the physiological makeup of humans, as there was little room for recourse when it came to vital organs systematically shutting down. Several species throughout the galaxy had such benefits sewn into the fabric of their very existence, such as: accelerated healing perhaps in one race, a regrowth of a missing limb in another, and organs that may "switch over" to another before shutting down for good. These redundancies could keep such a creature sustained for much longer even under dire circumstances. But humans...their lives were so fragile in the grand scheme of things. The Doctor hovered over Teg's body, continuing to scan her vitals, which were slipping away at a pace that was anything but reassuring. Her brain activity was slight, and the ventilator she was hooked up to was the only thing keeping the oxygen levels normalized. Perhaps if they have been in a port with a properly equipped hospital, and a rehabilitation chamber, which would most surely help to rebuild what was damaged, therefore, increasing the chances of survival. But the human woman had little time, and all Kai could do at that point was keep her as comfortable as possible. Or perhaps, he was only trying to dull the pain he felt for the situation. [i]This is why attachments are frown upon, you imbecile...[/i] His brief reverie was dashed by the entry of the Captain, as Maria carried what appeared to be the corpse of Andrea Malkis, placing her near a corner that was otherwise unobstructed by equipment or furnishings. The Ithlo allowed a sigh to escape at the thought of losing a second, both human's lives lost in one fell swoop. Kai'mos glanced up from his datapad to address the Captain, arching an eyebrow as he considered his words. But, what was the point of making something more than what it was, at least in the case of Teg. "Currently, Mister Vin'Akali is doing quite splendid." He nodded, maintaining a somewhat positive tone as he motioned to the table where the First Mate was laying. "The topical medication is allowing his tissue to heal very well, and the surgical reconstruction -from what I've seen- set and sealed the fractured bones at a ninety-three percent success rate, meaning, he should still have full mobility with his arm, but the forearm specifically may be much more fragile than it once was." The Ithlo paused for a moment as he glanced at the female mercenary's dying body. "Miss Taggert however-" He cleared his throat momentarily before continuing. "Her body sustained a blast to the chest that cracked the abdomen down the center, allowing the poisonous and unstable chemicals from the energy bolt to seep into the bone marrow and blood stream. Her brain is all but completely shut down at the moment, but it is only a matter of time that it will cease functioning and she will p-pass." Kai mentally reprimanded himself for that slip-up, realizing the emotions and his affections for the human woman were a lot more deep-seated than he had imagined. Teg had a profound affect on him indeed, but they will only be a memory moving forward. A chiming signal coming from the machine near Kev began pulsing, and Kai'mos turned to attend to the First Mate, flipping a few switches here and there on a console, and glancing at the datapad which gave the full spectrum of his physical and mental condition. "Well. The good news is that Mister Vin'Akali is awakening..."