Ethan closed the rear hatch of the Falcon, the heat from the internal systems began to fight the deathly chill radiating from the woman's body.
"Crul, give me a status report. How bad is it?" asked Ethan.
[Her vital signs are unstable. She is losing blood rapidly from a penetrating wound in the upper right quadrant of her abdomen. You must administer a healing potion immediately, Master,] said Crul.
"Give it to me," Ethan said mentally.
[Resource generated. However, do not administer it yet. Scans detect a foreign object lodged deep within the muscle. If the tissue closes over it, it will cause a fatal internal infection or a massive hemorrhage when you try to remove it later,] said Crul.
Ethan cursed under his breath, looking around the dark cargo bay. "Damn it, where did they leave the medical supplies? Jason usually keeps them in the jump seat lockers!" shouted Ethan.
