When Sydney saw the wounded marine she became different.  She pulled him down to her side and opened her kit.  Her hands flew over the wound and she cooed as a mother to child.  She expertly stopped the bleeding and checked his ID for any allergies and then administered antibiotics and a half jab of painkillers.<br/><br/><span style="color: navy">"Let's get you patched up.  We can'thave you bleeding all over the place, can we?  It isn't all bad marine.  The damage can be repaired and this stuff will ease the pain.  I gave you enough to keep you clear headed.  When we get away, I'll give you another dose so you can sleep, if you want it."</span>She smiled warmly at him as she looked him over further.<span style="color: navy">"What's your name Marine?  I'm Morimoto.  Any other wounds?"</span>She watched him closely and nodded when he answered. She was interested in his answers, yes, but the real reason was she was guaging his mental state and looking for signs of shock.<span style="color: navy">"Keep yourself steady buddy.  Anytime you can, keep your feet upand head low.  You aren't in shock and we don't want you to go into shock."</span><br/><br/>When she finished she looked up at Edmund and with a newer selfconfident tone spoke.<span style="color: navy">"Sergeant, this Marine will survive.  He'll need to have his feet elevated ASAP to counter any shock and maybe another painkiller dose, although that is patient optional.  The wound is quite clean and aftera short time in hospital, he'll be able to play volleyball again."</span>She felt the humor would ease the Marine's tension somewhat and let it slip out.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>