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What would have taken a short time in the operating rooms of Med Force One took hours as Doc had only what he could bring with him. It was lucky for him that she had a common blood type and was compatible to him and some of the crew. At one point, he stopped to take a pint of his own and donate it to her.
A laser scalpel and auto suture device made life somewhat easier as he was able to fix damaged organs and bones. Sadly, what he could not do was do little to clear the scarring and burns that covered her body. Only on his medical ship could he do that. He cleaned her up and with the tattered remains of her uniform removed, he covered her in a blanket, keeping an I.V. of fluids going through her. With several reset ribs healing, her chest was bandaged. What she didn't need was a rib to re-break and puncture her good lung or worse, her heart. Stable and relaxed, he kept her in a drug induced coma to allow healing and to remove the tainment band.
As he cleaned himself up, rage came through his fatigue as he spoke to the other female present.
"She will recover from this with rest but I'm not so sure she should return to the cockpit," he stated. "She shouldn't have survived that and won't again."
He then looked her in the face, "The last person who didn't take my advice just died because she wanted to try and give birth again when her body wasn't near strong enough and now my children have no Mother." Angry, he threw his blood stained smock in an incinerator. Before he left to find his daughter, he said to Vaelin, "I need to complete her treatment on my ship unless she wants to spend her life scarred."
Doc then walked to his quarters where he curled up with his still sleeping daughter and fell asleep beside her.