When Maxwell called out to him after LeeRoy stood up he didn't even bother trying to wave out a response, continuing on his way back to his ship. LeeRoy climbed inside and checked the main console, deactivating non-vital systems and rerouting directly to the medical bay. At that point he collapsed onto the floor and pressed a couple buttons on his chest piece. The armor snapped open and the helmet popped off like a cork, as it rolled away the small spherical form of LeeRoy's assistant droid rolled across the ground and stopped by his body. "Do you need assistance, LeeRoy?" Rather weakly he nodded to the small robot. "Very well, medical bed?" Another small nod. "Very well." A dozen or so metal tendrils emerged from the sphere and coiled around his body, lifting him above the sphere and carting him off to the medical bay. It was quite desolate in there, despite the main table still functioning, the only lights on were the emergencies. This gave the entire chamber a dim blue glow. Why blue? Red may illuminate more but it looks mad nasty in a medical bay.

On the table was LeeRoy's still writhing form, encased in metal appendages that slowly unraveled from around him. After releasing him the ball robot rolled over to the secondary console, connecting directly into the surgical table. Metal hands reached out from the table and grabbed LeeRoy's legs and arms, locking them into place. Then a golden dome, filtered to an ugly green in the blue light, sealed itself around LeeRoy's body and released several small machine arms. These little arms slid up to his face and began work with a series of potent local anesthetics, dulling the nerves before they were even properly reconnected. This would prevent any unnecessary pain in the near future. 

After injecting the various wounds a small hose emerged from the table and curved upwards into his mouth, siphoning out the excess blood. Two hands reached down and opened up his mouth all the way, a third hand reached in and grabbed the teeth that had been knocked out and set them aside. Several dozen little wiry arms reached up and started repositioning LeeRoy's jaw, inserting themselves into the torn flesh as living sutures. With one quick sickening crack his jaw was snapped back into position. If his mouth would open he would have let out the loudest and most pained scream humanly imaginable. After a full battery of facial reconstruction, which some parts are too gross to go into detail for, LeeRoy was left to recover and come down from the sedatives. 

'That was sickening to witness.'

Though his mouth was still numbed he managed to mutter out a few words. "At- At leaft you diddin haff to fill it."

'You sound like an idiot.' 

[i]Fuck yourself.[/i] He thought aloud, laying there on the metal bench and staring up at the blue overhead lights. His tongue limply prodded at his replaced teeth and bones, the metal wiring connecting them to his skull was unpleasant to the touch. "Groth." And now LeeRoy waits for Maxwell to enter his ship and say whatever off-hand comment he wants to say.