>David lowered his arm too wiping his brow and the flow of blood that >was going between his eyes.
>T'Mel nodded her head. "That is understandable, Commander. If it would be >all right, we could start treatment," she said as she indicated Wilson's >arm, which was clearly injured.
>Wilson nodded. By now, the pain was excruciating. "If you would,"
>she said. The two doctors made there way over to Wilson and quickly mended the bones in her arm and ribs. They also checked for further injuries that needed >treatment.
>While they tended to Wilson, David turned his back and let out a shuddering >slow breath. He wanted to scream out to them to thank them for coming. He >wiped a tear from his eye-his composure was cracking.
> He sat on the edge of one of the pilot seats and put his bad ankle up and waited.
>"Captain, are you alright?" Wilson asked
>Without opening his eyes (he had his hands covering them) he said, >"Yes....yes, I'm all right. Thank you Commander. My new injury is causing me >pain related to an injury that was just repaired a few days ago."
>Dr. Pryce came over and started scanning Boulay's body in order to diagnose his injuries.
Pryce found that other than the obvious forehead gash, he had strained ligaments in his ankle during impact.
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