Sydney hated roller coasters.  The ride down was worst.  She remembered a good bit of the entry as a jumble of flashes and pains and whiplash inducing maneuvers.  THe crash she had missed when she blacked out.  She woke up feeling like her entire body had been a punching bag for steroidal gorllias.  She ripped off her helmet and facemask before she vomited and then struggled with restraint systems designed by the Marquis De Sade.  She fell with an OOF! and waited for her breath to return lying on the angle of wall and ceiling.  The pain meds had worn off and her foot, sans the last two metatarsals and toes screamed in pain at her.  She dosed herself with the last bit of her ampule and waited for the pain to go back to a dull throb.  She got up, wiped the vomit off her as best she could and went around tending others, and helping with the seats and dismounting the precarious angle.  She checked the arm amputee reptilian marine and dosed him a bit more and then checked on the other known critical patient, the pilot.<br/><br/><span style="color: navy">"Let me check you please.  I'm hoping our landing didn't abuse the sealant or your wound.  How do you feel?  Any issues from the expander?  I think we might have to cobble together a transfusion, so I'm goning to need to know your blood type and RH factor."</span>Sydney looked the pilot in the eys, checking for concussion and saw she had really pretty eyes and she smiled.<span style="color: navy">"Not too bad.  You are still a little woozy maybe, but no obvious concussion.  I will talk to Edmunds about setting you up for a transfusion as quickly as possible.  A few units at the most and that should give you enough to stablize and recuperate faster."</span>She went to each passenger and handed out, and here she giggled a bit hystericly, 'aspirins and call me in the mornings'.  She saw Edmunds and came over to examine him.<br/><br/><span style="color: navy">"Sir, Corpsman Morimoto.  I need to examine you.  Also I want to give the pilot a transfusion as the expander won't help her too much longer.  I am asking permission Sir, I really think it'll be better than the long and painful recuperation she is going to go through.  It is my medical opinion she could die without it and the sooner the better her odds of survival."</span><br/><br/>This is when she noticed outside and she gasped at it's beauty and terrible grandeur.<span style="color: navy">"Oh my god!  it's beautiful out there!"</span>With a shake of her head she refocused on the Lieutenant.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>