<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#87ceeb">Doctor Sonakshi Khan</span><br/>St. Anne<br/>Midwatch<br/>Tagged: Donovan.<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>Sonakshi's shoulders lowered a bit, relieved partly of the tension accumulated by Donovan's sin eating attitude. He seemed to be available, sometimes almost eager to burden himself up with not only his sins, but the ones of his crew mates, so knowing that she couldn't do much but nod. She looked over Donovan's naked body, not for the first time as she had treated him before, nor probably the last, as his line of work made him prone to injuries. Sonakshi was a complete professional, even if she had been hitting the bottle her mind normally stood clear and her hands always steady, but she couldn't help but treat herself to the sights.<br/><br/>Her focus changed once she started digging on him to fish out the bullet, a completely routine procedure that she could perform even when really drunk and blindfolded. The refusal to take painkillers would make most people twitchy and her work harder, but not Donovan. "If you tell me to not take blame, you could at least not be so eager to suffer yourself" was all she commented. Maybe there was something else she could do, something else she could say. Perhaps they could keep their talk later, when she wouldn't be the only one with a bottle around, but Donovan always seemed so busy...<br/><br/>Parading his naked ass, Donovan got out of the clinic soon enough, leaving Sonakshi there, lingering long after she finished cleaning the instruments and picking up things. "What the hell am I thinking about?" she chastised herself out loud, resting on a stretcher.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#87ceeb">Doctor Sonakshi Khan</span><br/>St. Anne<br/>Evening Watch.<br/>Tagged: Donovan, Iona, Thomyris.<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><br/>Iona's voice for an immediate recall awoke Sonakshi, she had must fell asleep without meaning to, finding herself more tired than she expected. It was true that she had a habit of easily finding spots and moments to take small naps, as she didn't know when an emergency would need her and when her next sleep would be. Sonakshi jumped out the stretcher and flexed out a bit, groaning and wondering what the hell had gone wrong and if it was related to what Donovan and her had done. Getting ready to tend someone if there was such a need, Donovan's roar made her stomach turn around.<br/><br/>If he was like that... no, Iona was fine, she had to be. Grabbing her suitcase she packed a couple of extra things in there and bolted out to the bay. Her rotund figure was once more showing how fast could she be in case of need, the white coat flapping wildly on her back as she run as fast as she could manage. Sonakshi's heart skipped a beat seeing that it was in fact Iona the one on the ground, face bloodied while Donovan seemed about to tear Thomyris' head out with his bare hands.<br/><br/>Telling him to calm down wouldn't do much good and wasted time she may not had, not to mention that Donovan could be scary as hell, but would never hurt someone of the crew without a hell of a good reason to do so. Focusing her efforts on looking what happened to Iona, she soon saw that she was mostly fine but needed some treatment and she needed to get a look to be sure nothing else was going on. The doctor cleaned her face and made sure the respiratory tracts were open, pulling a small oxygen bottle out of the suitcase and fixing it to Iona's face with it's elastic bands. Opening her suit, she started her examination with both hands, expertly looking with touch and eyes if there was a risk to have an internal hemorrhage or broken bones. Finding none of that, it seemed a case of gravity shock, so the doctor moved Iona to a side and examined her back. The spine was fine, and her fingers and toes answered to the reflexes tests she was doing with a needle.<br/><br/>Seeing if she had a concussion would take a proper exam, but as she didn't find any noticeable injuries on the skull and the helmet should prevent the worst of a whiplash, the captain was safe, almost for sure. It was better if she was conscious though, as that way she could answer her and Donovan's questions. A straight adrenaline injection was out of the question, as the shock would be too much, so she produced a couple of adrenaline patches out of her pockets. The dosage was way lower and the absorption rate much slower, as they were something designed to stay awake and active during work, not something for medical usage themselves. Sticking them on Iona's neck, Sonakshi monitored her and waited to see if she responded well. She would have to nurse one hell of a headache almost for sure, but she should be fine.