<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>Surprising information<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/><br/>Samantha’s brows furrowed, and it had less to do with pain and discomfort, and everything to do with clear confusion. And maybe a little more of that embarrassing frustration at her own inadequacies over their first mission. She had no foolish notion that she was a soldier, but Samantha didn’t enjoy the fact that she had been entirely useless, especially after spending so much time a couple of nights earlier arguing her case with Arcus who had wanted her to stay behind.<br/><br/>The human shook her head, both of her hands working in tandem with the med-tech as they ran a scanner from her bruised hips down to her toe. She couldn’t see the read-out, but at least she could help with the guide-wire. She’d take anything at this point. “I’m sorry, my team and I were out of communication with the others for most of the trip. I didn’t even know that there was Bloodpack on the moon until I got on the shuttle.”<br/><br/>“Doctor,” Calbix passed over another data-pad, which Sam took and gave her full attention. These presented more updates on Kandok’s condition, and while they were showing improvements in the areas that she wanted to see benefit, there was also still the very real possibility of the krogan waking up in confusion and rampaging.<br/><br/>“Has Ness already been informed about her husband?”<br/><br/>“She has, she’s waiting in the commons for updates.”<br/><br/>“Bring her in; we might need her biotics and her temper if he wakes up. Keep Arcus out of the way, just in case.”<br/><br/>Viella already had a lot to do, a lot to prepare for. But, since she was here Sam was relieved all the same. She trusted that the asari would help her keep her patients and her crew safe should Kandok feel the need to wake up too soon.<br/><br/>Another datapad was thrust into Samantha’s hands as Calbix turned to leave, calling Ness up on his omnitool.<br/><br/>It took her a few seconds to comprehend that she was looking at her own leg, then a few more to settle on how she felt about what she was looking at. Partial dislocation of the left hip, several fractures of the femur where the harvester’s mouth had crushed it. Severed muscles and tendons, and both the ACL and the MCL visibly frayed from the stress of her knee. Like a routine she played out in the privacy of her own head, Sam felt the worry and the alarm raise questions that were combatting against her professional logic. She sighed through her nose and fought for calm, while gently setting the datapad on the table beside her.<br/><br/>There wasn’t much she could do until Arcus and Kandok were stable, so at least she could pass the time by answering Viella’s questions. Or… try to.<br/><br/>“I -uh… I don’t know.” Sam resisted against the urge to shrug her shoulders, and instead met the spectre’s eyes. “If there are bloodpack in the area, I’d hope we’d leave the system until we’re able to analyze and catch our breath. I’d rather not risk another fight while we’re limping. The team leaders, Luus and Jackiro, they’ll know more about the gang than I do. I’m sorry I can’t be more helpful with this. Like I mentioned; we were disconnected from the other teams, the specifics are new to me. But I’ll see what I can come up with when I make my report.”<br/>