To Mei, the next several hours were little more than a blur. She recalled the troops arriving, the field surgeon removing the bullets from her wounds, and then receiving an injection, presumably of a stimulant. After that, she had faded in and out of consciousness, and what little she recalled from those several hours was foggy at best.<br/><br/>So, when she awoke in the sickbay, struggling to reorient herself and regain some manner of coherent thought, she found that nearly seven hours had gone by. She held back a groan as she looked around the room, her vision slowly coming into focus and finally resting on the doctor who sat at her bedside, working on her wound. It was also about this time that she realized that she was lying here in nothing but her underwear. Given that she was currently injured, and she’d never been particularly modest to begin with, however, this was far from her biggest concern at the moment.<br/><br/>For the next several minutes, Mei laid there in silence as the doctor finished her treatment and then bandaged her wound. She gave a half-hearted wave to the man as he left, then looked to the nurse who entered and presented her with a uniform. “Ah, thanks,” she said appreciatively as she forced herself to sit up and then took the uniform.<br/><br/>“Hmm?” she asked as she pulled a shirt over her head, hearing the nurse tell her that she had been asked to head to the bridge. “Right. I’ll head straight there, then,” she replied with a nod as she slipped her arms into the shirt and pulled it down over her torso. “Oh,” she paused for a moment, looking towards the nurse, “Can you tell me how Skylar is doing?” she asked, waiting a few moments for a response before she began to shimmy into the pants while still sitting on the bed.<br/><br/>Once she’d gotten the pants on, she proceeded to pull the jacket on and button it, then pulled on a pair of boots next to the bed, before finally standing rather gingerly from the bed. Taking a few moments, she tested putting weight on her injured leg and was glad to find that whatever she had been given was keeping the pain at bay pretty well. “That’s a relief,” she mused to herself, grateful that she wouldn’t have to make her trek up to the bridge with a terribly sore leg. “Thanks again,” she thanked the nurse with a half-wave, half-salute as she exited the sickbay.<br/><br/>As she walked out, she found that there was, in fact, a young man standing near the door, waiting to take her to the bridge. “Hey there,” she greeted him casually, still seeming to be feeling the effects of the medications, if only minimally at this point. “Shall we?” she asked, gesturing for him to lead the way, and following after him once he did.<br/><br/>As they made their way to the bridge, Mei took the time to observe the ship, as well as the soldiers aboard the ship. It was partly as a way to distract herself, but mostly just an old habit she had of taking stock of her surroundings. That and she was genuinely curious about these people who had recently gone from briefly enemies to allies. Beyond that, it made the time seem to fly by sooner, and before she knew it, they had arrived at the bridge and she was being led in, to meet with the Admiral, Captain, or whomever had requested her presence.