[There's no response. He's busy pressing the pad of his thumb to the cut to slow the bleeding, useless metal (when it comes to this, anyway) of his other hand pulling back away from her jaw. And, unsurprisingly given that he'd expected it when they first crashed, the wound doesn't want to stop: head injuries and blood go hand in hand, even if they're unsevere.
Or something. He' read it once. Somewhere.] We need to get you to a healing station.
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Or something. He' read it once. Somewhere.] We need to get you to a healing station.
You guys have those here, right?