Sydney was certain the entire universe had turned on her and she was going insane.  The wounded she tended were all dead and she sat down cradling one of the corpses weeping silently and rocking back and forth.  She was going to be damned if another died under her care ever and patted the cold stiffening body, as a mother would comfort a small child's boo-boo.  The clinical, cold side of her mind took the corpse's ID tag and looked over it.  No.  She laid it down and went to another.  This dogtag showed "O pos" and she brightened.  She opened her medic kit and dug around looking for the transfusion kit and shoved that in her thigh pocket.  She then went to the lifepod's access hatches and panels and searched for a container.  In one storage space was liter bottles of distilled water and she grabbed two and went to the Lieutenant and saluted sharply.<br/><br/><span style="color: navy">"Sir!  Corpsman Morimoto reporting.  I wish to make a suggestion that maybe sounds a bit drastic and want your permission Sir to do, to save the pilot's life."</span>She gulped and wiped the tears off her face and continued.<span style="color: navy">"Since there are so many casualties, I wish to harvest some for their blood and give it to the pilot.  They don't need it anymore and she does, and every gun you can get will be one more in our favor."</span>She giggled hysterically, the image of her creating a 'Morimoto's Monster/vampire triggering fits of giggles.<span style="color: navy">"I understand it isn't really proper treatment of the corpses, but what about the pilot?  Don't she have the right to live, Sir?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>