Auto-Doc

January 1, 2184 EC // 7.3.6 SW
9:35/21 SW-CP-Local Time
Wombwood Forest > Sotillo

Captain Bolaji and Cham carried Hel's limp body by the arms and legs to the Sotillo's Medbay where they lifted her up into the bed of an Auto-doc machine.

"Shit, Cham. See if you can program this thing to stitch up that gash on her arm."

Against his better judgement, Lyron Cham stuck around knowing he’d catch hell (no pun intended) if he didn’t help the boss lady heal her merc friend. He found a cartridge of anti-septic and some gauze to load into the Auto-Doc and set the program to treat the wound while Bolaji rinsed her burnt hand. It was pretty mangled.

“Fuuuck me.”

“Bo, what the hell?! I ain’t never seen anything like that.”

“It must have been one of those… aaah… parasites,” she said through gritted teeth.

“Yo, she ain’t gonna start mutatin’ or some shit right?!”

“No!” she scoffed at the ridiculous question. “Just shut your mouth and get it started.” Then she rummaged around the medbay for some bandages and Naproleve.

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