Doc sighed quietly after being asked the inevitable question on how many would actually make it, and gave his honest opinion. [b]"With the amount of time its going to take to secure the hold out well enough for the LAAT to medivac those clones, coupled with their injuries taxing them and being balanced against other casualties inbound for the nearest field hospital? Half, at best. At worse, maybe a quarter of them. A lot of their injuries didn't look bad superficially, but caused some serious complications under the skin, as it were. More than I'm equipped to handle here."[/b] If he had the tools and means to actually do some serious surgery beyond cutting off things with scalpels, he could have done some more than just a momentary stabilization. The commando's injuries were not bad, superficial mainly, and nothing the bacta patch couldn't put back together. He should consider himself lucky, really.

When asked about if he was good to go, Doc nodded, grabbing his own blaster rifle and slinging the medical supplies back onto his back. [b]"Your good to go, the patch won't be falling off easy, so don't worry about that. Try not to get a blaster bolt to the head though, that is a bit harder to patch back together. Not impossible though."[/b] He joined in a volley of return fire, ducking down to scan for additional casualties. Thankfully, they were not as thick now since the help had arrived, but should anyone fall, Doc would be sprinting between volleys to get to them. That was his job, after all, and he had to keep to it until this bloody war was finally done with.