Uriel tilted her head a little to the side in confusion.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BF80FF">"Your wording is as if you expected us to let you die,"</span></span>she said curiously. Her accent was heavy, and the human language unfamiliar, but because of the way Vortians communicated, meanings usually came through clear, even if the words themselves were muddled.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BF80FF">"You came to us on the brink of death. Naturally, we did what we could to save you. That is why you are not dead."</span></span><br/><br/>She was speaking somewhat quietly. The blood she'd given this human still remembered when it was a part of her. It would resonate when the rest of her did. She didn't want to cause the man discomfort, not that she knew how the sensation common to her people would be interpreted by a human. Perhaps the resonance was even pleasurable. She'd read something about the human nervous system reacting positively to light vibration.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BF80FF">"There were abnormalities inside you, which I have since removed,"</span></span>she commented informatively.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BF80FF">"We then gave you some medicine to ease your pain, stop the bleeding in your chest cavity and accelerate the flow of oxygen to your brain."</span></span>She paused briefly.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BF80FF">"I have never administered emergency medical treatment to a human before. How do you feel?"</span></span>