The laughter that came over the radio at James's call for a medic wasn't exactly what he was expecting.<i>She's starting to sound like me,</i>James thought humorously, remembering all the times he had been reduced to hysterical laughter when he fought Locust.  Apparently being flung through windows was the way to set Jess off.<br/><br/>Focusing on Jeanette, James finally saw that she breathed and, thus, she was alive.  That was good enough for him and when their medic came into the cockpit, James saw that she was in much better shape then either him or Jeanette.  Well, she didn't have nearly as much blood on her anyway.  That was good at least and Andrea seemed to have been in the same condition so that was two of their squad that managed to get away without much damage.  That just left their squad leader and John...<br/><br/>James grimaced to himself at the image of the black, poisonous ink that engulfed John.  He had a feeling that John had been dead long before the Raven had gone down.<br/><br/><i>Just like another John I used to know.</i><br/><br/>That was a bad memory and not something that he wanted to dwell on.  Especially not when they were in the middle of a crash site that had been caused by Locust forces that were apparently in the city and could be closing in on their position right now.  So when Jess ordered him to make himself useful and take care of the console, James immediately did so.  His left arm all but useless, the Gear resorted to using his right arm to lift the console from Jeanette's chest and, using his shoulder, pushed it off and away from her.<br/><br/>Even that bit of exertion didn't do well and James felt the world spin.  Shaking his head, which only made things worse, he just sat down at one side of the cockpit while Jess dealt with Jeanette.  Leaning his head back, James closed his eyes and breathed deeply, similar to what Jeanette had been doing moments ago as he tried to stop his head from spinning and offer his body even a couple seconds of rest to get back in working order.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Magenta">Now, how are you feeling? I noticed you had blood on the back of your hair and all down your left arm. Are you dizzy at all? Tired?</span>"<br/><br/>"What do you think?" was James's groggy reply, his eyes still closed.  His right hand briefly lifted from the floor and motioned to the back of his head. "Got a good blow to the head.  Nothing too serious; a minor concussion, just need a moment to get my bearings."<br/><br/>His left arm raised briefly, showing off the cut that continued to bleed. "Might want to patch me up here.  I don't think losing all this blood is helping me."<br/><br/>He wasn't a medic like their "Doc" but James knew enough to make amateurish suggestions.  Losing blood was bad and blows to the head were bad.  Even amateurs knew that and, if left untreated, James wasn't going to be in the greatest of fighting conditions if the Locust arrive.  Hell, he wasn't in the greatest of fighting conditions<i>now</i>.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>