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Once the screen disappeared she relaxed and let out a slow breath. As far as she was concerned Natalya's mental state was far more healthy than when she had first met her, but she was not about to repeat such a thing aloud, since she was obviously under surveillance at all times. She'd have to speak to Graves about that..without actually speaking to him of course. She didn't really care about the director watching the area where they worked, but the private areas, yes that was intrusive and unnecessary. Private lives were just that, private and as long as everyone involved was able to continue their work there was no reason for it to ever become an issue.
Harrison must have continued his research while she was gone. Likely he was very close to finding the reasons for the rotlung, or at the very least an effective filter for the guards. something the director said before he disappeared was bothering her though. She rose and went to inspect the stasis pods. Dante was the first she came upon. She could only imagine the state Point would be in when she saw him. Still he was stable and even in stasis had strong vital signs and all things considered, had good blood volume. Turk was also in good condition, though his repairs would be time consuming, she knew they could restore his eyes to total function with implants. Kirst was low on blood volume and his vitals were not as strong as the others, but she felt her efforts on the field were enough to ensure his recovery. Xanders had lost a lot of blood before he'd ever reached her, and though she had been able to stop the bleeding his vitals were weak and concerning to her. her hand rested on his pod and she peered at him, "You will be stronger than ever...trust me and keep fighting."
Then she saw Erik in his pod and her heart lurched a bit. She could see a bit of blood in his left ear and her eye went into scan mode as she looked at him. Ruptured eardrum. Her eye moved over him and fully scanned him now that she had the leisure to do so. His right hand was beyond repair, as she'd feared initially, but the left was in far better condition than she'd thought. hopefully he wouldn't be the impatient bad patient that most doctors and techs were. She wanted to touch him and reassure herself but, she knew she was being watched so she kept moving. Natalya looked so serene in stasis, not stressed or hard. her jaw was a mess but she knew they could fix that. she had a lot of experience with cosmetic procedures along with her enhancement talents. She'd spent a bit of time on a ship full of high command officials and that type of request was fairly typical there. At the time she had been annoyed, but now she was grateful for the experience.
She moved to the last two pods and saw the two brothers side by side. She frowned. Jeff she knew was in need of stasis, but Private lang...he had been helping her all day. When had he been injured? her eye began a slow scan of the young man and she gasped when she saw it. A bullet was lodged in his chest, having entered from the back and had hit a rib and stopped dangerously close to the man's heart and aorta. How long had he been like that? He'd pulled dozens of men into the shuttle...She was not even more worried for him than for his brother Jeff.
She returned to her seat and added more notes to her pad. Once she finished her head leaned back against the seat and she closed her eyes. She needed rest, even if her mind refused to allow it at least she could relax.
Harrison must have continued his research while she was gone. Likely he was very close to finding the reasons for the rotlung, or at the very least an effective filter for the guards. something the director said before he disappeared was bothering her though. She rose and went to inspect the stasis pods. Dante was the first she came upon. She could only imagine the state Point would be in when she saw him. Still he was stable and even in stasis had strong vital signs and all things considered, had good blood volume. Turk was also in good condition, though his repairs would be time consuming, she knew they could restore his eyes to total function with implants. Kirst was low on blood volume and his vitals were not as strong as the others, but she felt her efforts on the field were enough to ensure his recovery. Xanders had lost a lot of blood before he'd ever reached her, and though she had been able to stop the bleeding his vitals were weak and concerning to her. her hand rested on his pod and she peered at him, "You will be stronger than ever...trust me and keep fighting."
Then she saw Erik in his pod and her heart lurched a bit. She could see a bit of blood in his left ear and her eye went into scan mode as she looked at him. Ruptured eardrum. Her eye moved over him and fully scanned him now that she had the leisure to do so. His right hand was beyond repair, as she'd feared initially, but the left was in far better condition than she'd thought. hopefully he wouldn't be the impatient bad patient that most doctors and techs were. She wanted to touch him and reassure herself but, she knew she was being watched so she kept moving. Natalya looked so serene in stasis, not stressed or hard. her jaw was a mess but she knew they could fix that. she had a lot of experience with cosmetic procedures along with her enhancement talents. She'd spent a bit of time on a ship full of high command officials and that type of request was fairly typical there. At the time she had been annoyed, but now she was grateful for the experience.
She moved to the last two pods and saw the two brothers side by side. She frowned. Jeff she knew was in need of stasis, but Private lang...he had been helping her all day. When had he been injured? her eye began a slow scan of the young man and she gasped when she saw it. A bullet was lodged in his chest, having entered from the back and had hit a rib and stopped dangerously close to the man's heart and aorta. How long had he been like that? He'd pulled dozens of men into the shuttle...She was not even more worried for him than for his brother Jeff.
She returned to her seat and added more notes to her pad. Once she finished her head leaned back against the seat and she closed her eyes. She needed rest, even if her mind refused to allow it at least she could relax.