OOC: Good enough.
James's attention was caught by a faint red glow, and he looked down to see it emanating from the helmet. Picking it up, he began to examine it.
"How the hell do you turn this thing off? Hmm. Maybe its voice activated." He lifted the helmet over his head and brought it down, looking quite comical with the bulky piece of armour perched on top of his lightweight tac-vest. Then he spoke again, his voice echoing strangely inside the helmet.
"Uh, Doc? This thing is giving some kind of status report on his health. It says that there's a risk of brain damage because he's been comatose for a while, and also that his heart is bad enough to need an immediate transplant."