The patient awakens.
Welcome back to the land of the living, young lady.
I'm a Lieutenant. If you 'young lady' me again, you'll be learning to talk through a hole in your chest.
Memo to self. . . Talk to triage team about the importance of disarming patients.
I'm glad to see you're feeling better, Lieutenant, your stim overdose was a false alarm. Apparently no ill effects there.
Your legs pose a problem, though. The hand-me-down was lost along with our armor platoon when Athens was attacked.
I've notified your Captain of your condition. Doctor Bunnigus will be shuttling in.
Ugh. Commander Andreyasn never does anything small.
I'll pro'lly end up permanently mounted inside a giant robot, or maybe have a big ol' annie plant 'planted where my pelvis oughta be.
Count your blessings, young la. . . uh, Lieutenant. The rest of the wounded have arrived, and there are some much worse off than you.
Stop shaking my jar!