Oh. Well he wasn’t so sure about her being alright, people who collapse on the ground generally aren’t. However he really couldn’t refute her claim since he was far from knowledgeable on the subject, and he had a feeling he wouldn’t get very far if he tried. So instead he simply did as he was told and climbed back up on the berth. “I think I’m okay? I mean, I don’t feel sick.” Crosscase said, but still came close so she could scan him anyways. He knew enough that you do what a medic tells you, because disobeying usually meant you check ups weren’t gonna be comfortable to say the least.
Scalpel leaned up to scan Crosscase, then curled back down onto her side and squinted as she surveyed the results. Which was odd for someone viewing something on her HUD, but it did seem to be working. “A’ight. Ain’t seein’ anything here... lemme check wi’ the other medics.”
.:Yo. Patches. Sendin’ you a scan. What’s this li’l cutie in for? Picked ‘im up by mistake, apparently:.
.:Oh, hi. Yeah- I saw you getting him out of the medbay, actually, but you looked so calm I didn’t think to stop you. Didn’t think it’d hurt anything, an’ you need the relaxation. That’s Crosscase, he’s in for chemical exposure to. No major symptoms, minor disorientation, just in for monitoring in case of an immune response. Seem fine to you?:.
.:Yep. What’m I doin’?:.
.:I’ll fill you in later, nothing too weird. You hurt your leg and we gave you painkillers for the nerve backlash, and you got all wacky like you usually do on pain meds. Just relax, I’m highly suggesting you do calming things instead of trying to get up. Or... if you gotta move around a bunch, do it without standing. Like- I don’t know, play with the cute flier, he’s not your patient ;):.
Scalpel blinked up at the ceiling, smirking, then turned her attention to Crosscase again. “Patches says you were in for observation- chemical exposure. Y’ seem okay now, though. How y’ feelin’?” she asked, moving around until her back was to the wall against the berth, and slowly looked Crosscase up and down. Heh. “He also suggested I have some fun with you in lieu of getting up and putting weight on my leg.” the femme muttered, looking vaguely sleepy now that the adrenaline was wearing off and she was remembering that she’d just woken up. “Bold li’l ball ‘a sass, but ‘e’s got a point.”