>>5732362>>5731949Setting the crate down by the staging area, you unlock it and pop it open with a hiss as the hermetic seals release.
One of the nurses wearily looks up at the relative treasure trove of medicine and supplies you've brought, and smiles.
"Oh, thank the gods... if we lost another patient due to a lack of Stimulax, i think i would have gone crazy." He mutters.
The nurse forces himself to his feet and roughly shakes the other two, forcing them to wake up.
He directs their attention to the crate, and their mood immediately brightens.
They practically ignore your hulking form, running past you to the supplies.
After a moment they realize they aren't nearly strong enough to drag the crate anywhere, so they start grabbing the supplies themselves and immediately begin sorting them onto the shelves.
One of them opens a shock-proof case and immediately exclaims to the others.
"Look at this, it must be a whole liter of Baccu-Wash!"
"Get that over to bed 19." One of the other nurses orders. "Her abdomen was sliced open, she's going to need a lot of it."
As the nurses return to their work with renewed vigor, you turn your attention to the figure behind the curtain.
It has no unique features, an unusual, particularly humanoid appearance.
Gently pulling the curtain back, you see the person you were looking for. Doctor Lyna, who's elbow deep in a patient.
He's covered in cuts to the point that he looks as if he's been through a blender, but you can see she's sealed most of them using polymer glue.
A temporarily solution to stop blood loss, you assume.
They probably ran out of styptics a long time ago, considering how many people are injured here.
"Shit." She curses, pressing buttons on a machine with still-bloodied hands.
The patient she's working on is a a Lycan. One of few species that actually has red, iron-based blood like you do.
Most species have blue, copper-based blood. Some use other metals, but copper is by far the most common.
But that's why, you can tell from the color of his skin that he's not doing so hot.
Around his chest where he's been shaved for the surgery, he's white as a sheet. Not only that, he's bleeding far slower than he should be. He's anemic.
<span class="mu-s">"If you don't get his BP back up, he's going to die."</span> You tell her.
"I know that, damn it! We're out of artificial blood, i can't..."
Lyna quickly turns around to look at you.
"...Who the hell are you? Why are you back here?" She demands, looking upset.
<span class="mu-s">"I came here to deliver medical supplies."</span> You answer.
"Great. Any blood?" She replies tersely.
An alarm goes off, from the machine connected to the patient.
Looking closely, you can see that his heartrate is highlighted in red. It seems to be dangerously slow.
<span class="mu-s">"Afraid not."</span>
"Then get the hell out. I need to... at least try to save this dumbass." She hisses.
>Alright, i'll leave you to it.>I could try to find some blood packs for you.>[Give the patient a shot of adrenaline]>Write-In? 