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.
Nodding, Inari turned back to the mess of supplies, searching out both items. Finding them in the space of several minutes, she turned back to her wounded friend, placing both items next to the busted arm. Wincing in pain, Korsa steadied herself for what was to come. "All right Korsa, I'm going to reset the broken bone. Brace yourself," the short-haired woman warned.
Setting herself into a breathing exercise, the Khontaran woman waited. Taking a few moments, the captain shifted any obstructing flesh as best as she could, clearing a path for the bone. Focusing, Inari grabbed her friend's upper arm with her left hand, while gripping her wrist, the base of the broken bone in her right. In one swift motion, she angled her arm, realigning the broken limb with a snap and a crack.
A massive scream passed Korsa's lips, the pain of the reset too much for even her to contain. Using her fingers, Inari delved into the wound, checking for anything that might have stopped the bone from lining up into place. Finding that the bone was joined together again, she removed her fingers and reached for the Med-Gel. Applying a large dollop to the wound, the Gel automatically went to work. It cleaned the wound of any dead matter and disinfected it from any potential bacteria.
A cooling, soothing sensation spread over her arm, alleviating the pain that the big woman felt. A half relieved sigh escaped her, as the Gel's painkillers kicked in, numbing the pain receptors of her arm. Her work only half done, Inari then grabbed the wound sealer and turned it on, the gentle healing beam slowly knitting the damaged flesh back together.
Taking her time, Inari dragged the sealer along the break ever so slowly, making sure that the flesh was fully healed before continuing down the gash. Several minutes later, the beam had done its work and Korsa's skin stood unblemished. Taking only a moment to clean her hands with some surgical wipes, the dusky-skinned woman moved down to examine Korsa's left ankle.
Rolling the vacc suit material up, the swelling and bruising around the ankle was evident, the once cherry red skin now a shade of dark burgundy. Turning back to the cluttered counter Inari rummaged about some more and pulled out what appeared to be metallic bracers of some sort, along with a tablet-shaped device.
The bracers were cylindrical in shape, with what appeared to be gel pads along the inner areas of the circular bangles. They were both connected by some metallic wiring that kept the whole apparatus together. On each piece of equipment, there was also a small readout panel, that was blinking with a message that read 'Standby Mode'.
Carefully, Inari slid the bracers on both Korsa's injured arm and leg, respectively. Once placed, the captain then powered up the tablet. After it turned on, it showcased a holographic display of it syncing with the medi-mechanical bracers that Korsa currently wore. Once the sync was complete, Inari then cycled through the options of species until she found Khontaran.
After making her selection, she then entered the injuries which her friend had sustained and uploaded them to the sleeve like machines. A brief loading screen later, the bracers then collapsed on themselves and tighten. They formed to the contours of what the proper bone structure should be and settled into the shape required for a proper reset, reinforcing the now healed and slightly swollen flesh.
Gasping slightly, Korsa tested moving her arm and leg slightly and found that there was still a considerable amount of pain. Thanks to the tech she now wore, the Khontaran woman now had some semblance of mobility. Sitting up, she swung her legs off the edge of the bed and stepped down onto her right leg first, before stepping onto her left.
Groaning in pain, Korsa hit a small translucent panel on the upper left breast of her suit, in a small sequence of taps. On the final tap, the suit stopped molding itself to her and sagged on her frame, like clothes hanging in a closet. Another small set of taps on the panel had the catches on her suit pop open, freeing her from its grip. Shimmying left and right, dropped the garment off of her voluptuous form, to puddle at her feet.
