[You ask, you receive.] Charlie, angrily, stormed into the medbay while holding on her left forearm where some red blood could be seen. "Hey! I need a doctor!" Not only was there blood that was coming out of her arm but also what looked to be...a screw.
Hold your horses! [he barks over his shoulder, finishing his scan of the ensign sitting in front of him already, before handing it over to a nurse to finish the job, he strolls over] What are you complainin’ about, Red? It’s just a flesh wound. Sit. [He nods to a biobed]















