<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/u4dc5De.gif)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Human<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Doctor<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>20th December 2174 CE, evening<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Late night comfortable (https://imgur.com/xn4g91K)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Medical ward<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Who needs two legs?<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Viella<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Hearing that one of their prisoners was a terrorist had Samantha wincing from the troubling concept. It was further proof to the theories that they’ve been piecing together, that things weren’t a simple coincidence. And the fact that he was a batarian, well… The fingers being pointed in that direction weren’t kind and were getting more and more accusing as time passed by. She liked to think of herself as logical and levelheaded, rational, even, but a flurry of emotion welled up in her chest and the thoughts that followed in its wake were merits of fear and anger. She couldn’t be certain anymore if they were projections on her own anxiety over her injuries, or this mess as a whole.<br/><br/>Sam pinched the brow of her nose and felt her face furrowing. Her polite and professional tone had slurred into a greasy slop of fraying nerves and dwindling calm.<em>Breathe through it. They’re going to be alright. You’re going to be okay too.</em><br/><br/>“Insightful information would be a boon,” she managed to croak out. She could hear the fatigue in her voice and the irritation she felt towards the extended period she’s been in pain. With it was the dwindling resolve to keep it together with cool detachment. Then, as if he were a herald of the heavens, Calbix returned to her side. Not with another datapad, but an injector filled with a cocktail that would be the start of her evening plans. She sighed with seeing it, both relieved and even more anxious all at the same time.<br/><br/>“Ness just arrived, she’s sitting with Kandok and has volunteered to keep watch until he’s awake. We’re going to relocate Arcus over to the starboard suite to rest. He’s still unconscious, but we’ll be keeping him induced for a few days so his body can recover more reliably.”<br/><br/>“Have the med-techs on the next rotation take another full inventory on the supplies we’re working through. If we need more turian blood I want to get a list of eligible volunteers on the ship to gauge if we need to make a supply run back to the Citadel.”<br/><br/>“Hara is already compiling a list.”<br/><br/>“Then I’ll stop stalling. Let’s not amputate the leg, Calbix. I can’t exactly wait three months for a clone to be grown to replace this broken thing. I’ll just have to make due with a limp.”<br/><br/>“Are you certain? You’ll be more comfortable-”<br/><br/>“Probably.” She waved her hand after her curt response as if to chase away any more arguing or the uneasy nervousness she was feeling. Sweat was beading on her brow, and her skin was waxy and ghostly pale. “But I will take that shot now before I start getting rude. Viella.” Sam pushed a hand through her short, messy hair and did her best to offer a reassuring smile. It came across as a rushed grimace. “I’m glad you’re here. Jacki and Luus can give you the information you need, hopefully they’ll be more useful than I have been.”<br/><br/>With that, Samantha forced herself to lay down while Calbix pressed the inoculator against the bend of her elbow. It was a quick prickle of pain she hardly felt at all, but at least it worked quickly. In the span of three blinks she finally closed her eyes and relaxed, going under as the chemicals rushed through her veins. Calbix grabbed the edge of the gurney Samantha was laying on and proceeded to push it into the operating room, where it was finally her turn to undergo treatment.<br/>