Andy might have said something in response to that, were it not for a bright flash in the middle of the room discharging one John Thane, with a large bag full of medical supplies. He puts it on the ground next to her – he's just in control of himself enough not to toss it – and stands near, looking down at Dmitri, ready to take orders.
Strange as it seems, he's still good at taking orders. It's conditioning that has never gone away.
Andy clams up immediately when he comes in, taking the bag and rifling through it, getting to work on Dmitri immediately. Lying here, even with a blanket between her and the floor, isn't going to be good for her health – it's cold in this room, and she's almost certainly bleeding internally. Not to mention that it's an open question as to how long it's been since she's eaten.
"There's only a certain amount I can do for her here," she snaps up at Thane. "And I will do my best to keep her alive, but you shouldn't be expecting her to wake up–" Like Andy would let her wake up even if she did think she was in a condition to. "–and if you cared anything about her condition, you'd let me take her to an emergency room."
"Do your job," Thane snaps back.
"I am doing my job!" Andy doesn't take her eyes off Dmitri. "My job is to ensure the maximum chance for survival of my patient by stabilizing them until they can receive professional medical attention. My job is not–"
Thane draws his pistol and fires into the wall. Andy startles, wings drawing in tight against her.
After a moment, Thane holsters his gun again. "Just keep her alive. Tell me what you need."
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Date: 2008-10-13 10:15 pm (UTC)From:Strange as it seems, he's still good at taking orders. It's conditioning that has never gone away.
Andy clams up immediately when he comes in, taking the bag and rifling through it, getting to work on Dmitri immediately. Lying here, even with a blanket between her and the floor, isn't going to be good for her health – it's cold in this room, and she's almost certainly bleeding internally. Not to mention that it's an open question as to how long it's been since she's eaten.
"There's only a certain amount I can do for her here," she snaps up at Thane. "And I will do my best to keep her alive, but you shouldn't be expecting her to wake up–" Like Andy would let her wake up even if she did think she was in a condition to. "–and if you cared anything about her condition, you'd let me take her to an emergency room."
"Do your job," Thane snaps back.
"I am doing my job!" Andy doesn't take her eyes off Dmitri. "My job is to ensure the maximum chance for survival of my patient by stabilizing them until they can receive professional medical attention. My job is not–"
Thane draws his pistol and fires into the wall. Andy startles, wings drawing in tight against her.
After a moment, Thane holsters his gun again. "Just keep her alive. Tell me what you need."