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Your brain is screaming at you about what to do with the big, beating purple heart and if you should use on Delta but at the end, you just don't have enough information about it. You'll only use it as a last resort.
You quietly wrap up your arm as best as you can, if only to prevent any tar or blood dripping onto the patient's wounds, but you go in to assist.
"Sir? We're fin-" Emily tries to curtly dismiss you but you gently push her aside. "No. Look, I'm helping. Go focus on the most injured already."
The air only gets more awkward but frankly, who cares about pleasantries after someone got gutted like a fish and the rest look half beaten to death?
You grab a first aid kit and start working on healing up Agent K. She's scuffed up but nothing that warrants a trauma kit, and those things are a hassle to get (bless you Churchland for giving you them for so cheap to begin with).
The redhead is very, VERY reluctant to let you touch her but the RAW AUTHORITY OF AN ADMINISTATOR forces her to play along. Faint memories flicker in your dying excuse of a brain, giving you enough information to know how to decently patch her up.
"Sir." The gruff woman barks. "While I appreciate this, two questions. One, what the fuck are you still doing out here instead of your cozy mancave? Secondly, what the fuck was this?" She holds up the slip of fortune paper that came fluttering into the hallway.
"Anomaly items. Made dice outta paper. They fell apart after someone got some lucky hits on a target." You tersely talk back as you keep working on her. "And I wanted to help. Simple as that. Is there a <span class="mu-s">rule</span> preventing me from helping my own fuckin' employees?"
"No, but a scrawny wimp like y-" You stomp down on her boot to get her to shut up. You're not really in the mood for this. "OW! FUCK!"
You complete your handiwork on her and move onto the next patient before your body gives up on itself. You glance over at the autodoc as you approach Monifa and...eugh. You look away. Delta's hardly in a state to be operated on, let alone looked at. (You pray the autodoc works.)
"Thank you, sir." Monifa hisses out, trying to hide her resentment for this whole situation. You flash her a forced smile. You take a mental note on how a good chunk of the wounds she took seem minor compared to the others. Is it the implant or something else?
You quickly burn through the first aid kit to patch up her. Your tar-filled bones groan in pain at your physical activity over the last hour, you're done. You can't do much else, but you're glad <span class="mu-g">you got two people up and running again.</span>
The two stand up to go ahead and assist with the others. As you turn around, you notice Ranger Zero (who seems able to stand up now, unlike Felix who's deeply, DEEPLY asleep(?)) slowly walk up to you.
"Question, Admin whatever." She jabs a finger at you. "Why do you keep leaving your little mancave? Heard stories that you fucking fought RBA, what the hell was going in your head?"
