(http://daamanagement.co.uk/images_client/main/249_Josette_Simon-Square.jpg)<br/><strong>Jen Godly "V"<br/>Sitting on the dock of the bay, watching the tide go away.<br/>Curious what the running noise might be.<br/></strong><br/><br/>"We could use a medic up here, we have a civilian who has medical issues here Lieutenant." The sergeants voice over the radio, Jen's eyes narrowed for a moment, she waited for the order.<br/><br/>"Godly, go."<br/><br/>She was up in moments rolling to her feet and starting off in the direction she had heard the commotion from before. "Godly on my way, guide me in." She walked forward slowly, carefully, rushing wasn't necessary it wasn't declared as an emergency, better to be there a few seconds later than trip and injure yourself on the way.<br/><br/>The woman, when she arrived at her destination, was emaciated, had a wild stare about her and was breathing a little erratically. The medic spoke quietly, calmly, soothingly to the woman as she carefully looked her over with a pen light. Checking her over visually before listening to her chest and a few other little medical things. She gave the woman a smile and a nod before stepping back out of earshot and getting back on the radio.<br/><br/>"Leftennant," Jen pronounced the rank the proper English way. She had generations of her brethren and sistren breathing down her neck on that one after all. "the woman the serge found is malnourished, quite badly. She is going to need feeding back up on good solid stuff if she is going to make it long term, but slowly. Too much food right now will be just as bad most likely as just letting her starve. Too much of a shock to her system. She can be saved, but would likely have to be well supervised and looked after. She is a bit out of it, a bit thousand yard stare, could be the lack of vitamins and minerals, could be the state of the world. Can't say without more time. Suggest someone takes her back to sickbay where she can be properly evaluated if we can spare the men and resources."