[b/]"Don't know if that helps but, the more you know..."[/b] David finished, explaining the causes of the injuries the musician had sustained. "Thanks, that should make this easier." She offered back. It was a lie, the cause of the injury had little meaning when it came to treatment in the case of wounds, but there was no need to say it. Besides, if the cause had been exposure to some strange chemical, disease, radiation, etc. the information would have been invaluable; meaning there was every reason to encourage more information.
As she was about to begin the task at hand - or leg rather - Eli shouted in triumph. After a few bewildered seconds, he explained and made for the assault bay. [b/]"Dr. Capek, please try to not let them break anything important while I'm gone."[/b] he said to her as he passed. unable to restrain herself, she shot back, lost in the moment of levity. "Us? Break anything? Please. I'm a scientist, not an Engineer." she replied, a wide smirk on her face. The smirk disappeared when she finally remembered who Eli was. Who his brother had been. Her face paled slightly at the memory, then quickly returned to her Ace's wound. Angry at herself for the action, for joking with HIS brother, she buried herself in her goal so as to prevent her own self-destructive thoughts.
She started by pouring water over the wounds to clear away the excess blood. She needed to see what was happening if she was going to do her job. Reaching into her medical supplies, she grabbed a small tube of cream. the chemical name on it was all but impossible to understand, but the word "Local Anesthetic" told her it's meaning. She quickly checked the medical database and Ace's files to confirm he had no allergy to it, then started rubbing it into his wounds. "You may feel a tingling feeling. It's normal. I know it's annoying, but try not to itch it or the other steps will be painful." she said. Ace seemed to comply.
When the cream was used, she moved to the next chemical and one she was all too familiar with: isopropyl alcohol. Tearing a strip from the bottom of her ab coat, she made a small towel and moistened it with the rubbing alcohol. "This is going to hurt a little. Just try to hold still." she said before applying to make-shift towel to the wound. Ace flinched involuntarily at the sharp pain, but seemed to be holding up.
Thereafter, she started to examine the wounds. The leg was a fairly clear cut, with no visible debris, but the head wound had a few metallic shards embedded within it. Grabbing a pair of tweezers from her supplies, she began extracting them. Unlike with the alcohol, the Anesthetic did it's job, numbing the pain of the procedure. This part of the procedure took a long time, her cyber-limb lacking the finesse to do the job with any sense of proficiency.
Finally, with the wounds cleared out, she began wrapping bandages around his leg and head. She wasn't sure the extent of the injury to his leg, and wouldn't until they had the medical bay up and running again, so she chose to play it safe. Grabbing a piece of tubing from the damaged vent system, she attached it to Ace's leg as a splint, reenforcing it, until it had healed properly.
When it was all done, she stood back up and wiped the sweat from her brow. "Let me know if your leg is in pain and I'll adjust the splint." she said to Ace, content in her work.
