Slowly, Inari's eyes pried themselves open, as consciousness returned to her mind. "Ugh...." the middle eastern woman ground out. Her vision cleared as she blinked. At first, Inari moved her head slowly, a massive headache pounding its way through her skull. Clutching her head, she leaned forward, groaning in pain. Pushing past her pain, Inari unbuckled herself from the pilot seat and stood up.
Shaking her head slightly to clear her vision further, Inari stumbled while making her way towards the rear of the ship. "Pree? Korsa?" she called out weakly. She navigated around the various items that littered the floor before stopping in the doorway to the ship's med bay. Like the rest of the ship, the whole room was an utter mess, with medical equipment and supplies strewn haphazardly, like a tornado had just been through.
Inari found Korsa sprawled atop Priya, using her large frame to shield her XO from anything that might have hurt her in the crash. Panic gripped the captain as she saw that there was blood, both human red and Khontaran orange. Though most of the blood was orange, that was staining the bed that her lover lay on, it didn't stop her from fearing the worst. Hearing both grunting and groaning a moment later, Inari let out a breath she hadn't realized that she was holding.
Despite the large woman's attempt to shield her friend, the bed was too large for her to cover effectively. Unlike most ships, the med bay on the Darkstrider was equipped to handle patients that were at least Korsa's size and bigger. Priya almost seemed child sized while she lay there, strapped into the bed. Various bottles and packets that surrounded both women, shifted as they both tried to move.
"Though I do appreciate the assist Korsa, you are kind of crushing me," Priya said with a weak laugh.
"Unless I get some help, you'll just have to stay flattened, like that Naan bread you like so much," Korsa growled in pain. She tried to move, but the sheer amount of supplies on her back, kept Korsa stuck where she was.
Moving forward as quickly as she could, Inari went to help Korsa up and cleared several boxes away from the prone women. Brushing away the multiple packets and other implements, Inari grabbed Korsa by the arms, attempting to help her stand. Hissing in pain, Korsa looked to her right side. She saw that one of her arms was pinned, by a large and heavy medical scanner and it was bent at an odd angle. On top of which, there was a large wet blotch on her arm where the scanner had hit her, that was bleeding steadily.
Shifting around behind her friend, Inari moved behind the big woman and pulled the cumbersome machine off her arm. Breathing out in relief, Korsa then pushed herself off of her crew mate and could finally stand. She cradled her lower right arm, which had clearly been broken and was the source of most of the blood. Inari looked Priya over as she removed the bracing straps. She had taken some cuts during the crash which bled, but they were all superficial, as far as she could tell.
"Swaka nach dyn!" (Son of a bitch!) Korsa cursed as she hopped and lay back against the wall next to the doorway. "What is it?" Inari asked as she helped her lover to sit up. Wincing, Korsa lifted her left leg carefully, taking care not to move it too quickly. "I'm pretty sure that my ankle is broken, judging by the amount of pain that's shooting though my leg right now."
"Shit! Stay put for a moment. I'll move Pree then come back and help," Inari told her friend. After taking a few minutes to clear the area some, Inari loosened the once white sheets and scooped up Priya in them. Linking her arms behind her captain's neck, Priya nuzzled close to Inari as she was carried out of the Med bay. Far more coherent than she was when she first woke up, Inari took her XO back to her quarters without too much trouble.
Since Inari kept her quarters meticulously clean, there was little thrown around in the room. Navigating the room and clearing the bed of the various nick knacks and clothes, took all of a few seconds and Inari lay her XO down on the bed gently. Looking at the horrid burns that were left behind from her armor, Inari smiled and kissed her love on the forehead, before retreating to the Med bay.
Korsa was right where she left her, still leaning against the med bay wall. After taking another ten minutes to sort the area some, Inari helped the wounded woman to the bed. "While you were gone, I looked at everything around here and thankfully, most of what's here is still usable," Korsa said as she nursed her broken arm.
"That's good to know, considering the mess we're in," Inari huffed as she lay her massive friend down onto the bed.
Hissing in pain at the movement, Korsa shifted her legs, trying to find a more comfortable position on the bed. Once she was settled, Inari went straight to a cupboard located to the right of the bed. Opening it, a cool mist flowed outwards, the chilled air wafting towards the woman. Inari dug through it for a moment, moving aside the various packages of blood that lay within, until she found what she needed.
Pulling two large sealed packs of orange-colored blood, Inari went to work, closing the small door with a nudge. Connecting them to a large tube, she placed the bags on a hanging hook that protruded from the bulkhead, just above the bed. Turning back to where the cupboard was, Inari rummaged around the junk she had dumped on the counter beneath it several minutes ago. After a few moments, she found the proper gauge of needle she needed, set it onto an empty surgical tray and went back to her friend.
Maintaining consciousness, Korsa turned her head towards her friend, eyeing her work. "Looks like the training I've drummed into you is starting to pay off," the Khontaran woman chuckled. Flicking her gaze downwards, Inari couldn't help but smirk, as she removed the armor plates on Korsa's arm. Her fingers danced along the smooth metal, finding the hidden catches to make the plates fall away from Korsa's vacc suit.
Once the relevant plates were removed, Inari went to work, loosening the sleeve on the large woman's busted arm. As she peeled the material back, the extent of the damage was laid bare. Part of the arm bone had punched through the skin, the sharp point tearing through the skin savagely. Large gouts of blood were slathered all across her arm, the hardened material of the suit forcing it to spread evenly.
"Damn!" Inari breathed after surveying the damage.
"How bad is it?" Korsa asked through clenched teeth, keeping her head still.
"A severe break, easy. You're lucky it's not a compound fracture," Inari replied.
"Ah shit! This is going to hurt, but I need you to grab both the Khontaran Med-Gel and the Torean wound sealer," the large woman ordered in a clinical voice, as she looked at her wound.
