> >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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