<div align="center"><strong>-=Dani, in the Galley on board The Gamble, about to do her thang=-</strong></div><br/><strong>“I know what you’re gonna say Dani,”</strong>Dani shook her head and tried to get a word in, but Griff continued before she could say anything.<strong>"And I’m sorry, but we need a mech…”</strong><br/><br/>Panicked shouting from the cargo bay silenced him mid sentence. In the blink of an eye, Griff had his gun in his hand and had swept her behind him. Dani didn't fight the move, despite her instincts screaming at her to get to Vincent fast. She recognised the pain in his voice, and she just knew that he was hurt.  And what of Mae?  Dani gulped loudly at the thought that Mae could be hurt, or worse, but heeded the Captain's warning signal to stay in the Galley.  She trusted him enough to not question his instructions, even when all her training told her to move.<br/><br/><strong>“Dani! With me! Hurry!”</strong><br/><br/>That was all it took for her to spring into action.  As timid and withdrawn as the woman was, when the doctor in her kicked in, she was cool and calm, and incredibly efficient. Tearing down the nearest flight of stairs, she came out just outside the infirmary, her eyes taking in the injured Vincent with Mae in his arms.  An icy finger ran down her spine at the sight of the girl she considered her sister completely limp in her beau's arms.  Seeing that Griff had relieved Vincent of his burden, she rushed into the infirmary, hurriedly washing her hands and slipping on gloves. She was ready by the time the Captain gently laid Mae on the nearest examination table, Lex and Vincent only a few steps behind.<br/><br/>"Vincent, what happened?" Dani asked before laying her hands on the youngest member of their crew.  Nodding as Vincent explained about the blow to the back of Mae's head, she fished her penlight out of her pocket.  Shining it into each of Mae's eyes in turn, Dani was dismayed to see that both pupils were fixed and dilated. That meant concussion, at the very least.  Serious brain injury at the worst.  Taking the girl's pulse and watching to see if her chest rose and fell regularly gave her hope that the injury wasn't life threatening. Dani gently slid her hands under Mae's neck, carefully feeling the area that had been struck.  There was already a sizeable lump there, and although she had no way of knowing if the skull was cracked, she was confident that there was no damage to her vertebrae.<br/><br/>"Griff," Dani barked at the Captain who was standing in the middle of the room like a stunned mullet.  He looked at her dazedly.  "Grab a blanket from the cupboard behind me and cover Mae up.  She's cold."  It was only a small stretch of the truth, more designed to snap Griff out of his bewildered silence than anything.  In his mind, he was responsible for the crew, and on the occasions that any of them got hurt, he took it hard.<br/><br/>Continuing her gentle examination of Mae, Dani found no other injuries save a small bump on her forehead, much to her relief.  There was little she could do until the girl woke up, but she was fairly confident that their pilot was suffering from nothing more than a concussion.  A bad one, definitely, and it would take her some time to recover, but Dani doubted there'd be any lasting damage.  She'd do some neurological testing when Mae woke, but for now all she could do was keep her warm. Retrieving an ice pack from the small under-counter refrigerator along the back wall of the room, Dani slid it carefully under Mae's head. Hopefully it wasn't too late to retard the swelling.<br/><br/>Laying a reassuring hand on Griff's arm, Dani's voice was confident as she spoke to him.  "She's gonna be fine, Griff.  She'll wake up in time, likely with the worst headache she's ever known, but I'm sure it's just a concussion."  She looked into his worried face.  "She'll be fine, I promise."  Squeezing his arm lightly, Dani turned her attention to Vincent, who looked to be in fairly bad shape himself.<br/><br/>"I don't want to know what you have planned for a second date," she teased him gently. It wasn't her place to scold the boy, Griff would take care of that.  And besides, he had to be in agony, and yet he'd managed to get Mae back to the ship without collapsing, despite being severely beaten. "And what do the other guys look like?"  The question wasn't asked out of interest, but was designed to help Dani gauge Vincent's level of awareness.  The fact that he could answer her lucidly was a very good sign, and it was clear to the medic that despite some fairly nasty injuries, Vincent too would be okay.<br/><br/>"Shirt off please, Vincent.  Do you need a hand?"  Running a diagnostic eye over him as he slowly and painfully removed his shirt, Dani noted immediately that although he was moving gingerly, and had some serious bruising coming up on his torso, it looked like he had escaped the especially painful experience of broken ribs.  Gently feeling along his chest, she watched for signs of extra soreness.  "Vince," she scolded him lightly. "Don't try to hide any discomfort...I need to know where it hurts. Or else how can I fix you?" She smiled reassuringly at him, letting him know that it wasn't a sign of weakness to admit to being in pain.  Finding several areas of deep bruising on his torso, the front and back of his skull, and two impressive black eyes, it seemed that the only thing that needed attention was his knuckles, which were bloodied and bruised.  Cleaning his hands and dressing them gently, Dani instructed him to lay down on the examination table.<br/><br/>"I want you to stay here for the night," she told him, her tone brokering no argument.  "I need to monitor you for concussion.  Even though you didn't lose consciousness, you took some nasty blows to the head, and although you might feel okay now, concussion can take its sweet time to kick in. And if you're a really good patient," she smiled at him, "I might even give your shoulders a massage. They've got to be pretty sore." Vincent had tried to hide it, but it was obvious to Dani's trained eyes that they'd been wrenched quite hard.  "Are you especially sore anywhere else," she asked as she dabbed some cooling gel on his various bruises.  Satisfied that both her patients were going to pull through, she turned to Griff, taking him by the arm and leading him out of the infirmary.<br/><br/>"I know what you're thinking, Griff," she began, "and I won't have it.  You're to save the lecturin' for when I'm sure Vincent hasn't got a concussion, do you understand me?"  Her tone was serious.  There was no gorram way she was going to let the Captain rant and rave at the poor boy while he was under her care. "Dohn luh mah?"  Turning on her heel she headed back to her patients, leaving Griff standing alone in the cargo bay.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>Dohn luh mah : Are we clear here?</em><br/>