The infirmary was far from chaotic, for Dr. Ericsson had taken care of everything, Ellen assumed. No one in the infirmary were heavily wounded, some had gashes on their bodies, similar to her lacerations on her arm; most either were in physical or emotional pain. "Dr. Mendoza, why don't you find those who need painkillers and administer to them. I'll take care of those who have bruises and wounds," Dr. Ericsson said, purposefully calling Ellen a doctor. Hearing the news that the Med Lab Director had perished in the crash landing, Ellen knew that the medical staff were shorthanded. The survivors needed the most they could get. Not wasting anytime, she started administering help to those nearest her.<br/><br/>To those who needed aspirin or some kind of painkiller, she said, "Hello, my name is Dr. Mendoza, I'm here to help. Do you need some painkillers? How many do you think you need? To every person, she also gave a small bottle of purified water to ease the swallowing of the pills.<br/><br/>To those that needed bandaging or more gauze to stop bleeding, she said, "Hello, my name is Dr. Mendoza, do you need help? Dr. Ericsson will come by shortly with some bandages." If someone found that had a broken bone, she said, "Okay, when Dr. Ericsson comes by, tell him that you need a splint.<br/><br/>After all was administered to on the floor, Dr. Ericsson approached Ellen. "Dr. Mendoza, guess it's only you that needs help. Here, let me clean you up," he said, guiding her to an empty bed. She sat on the mattress and held out her arm. Immediately he took it and poured the remaining water in the water bottles onto it. Using the sheet on another mattress as a makeshift towel, he wrapped the arm momentarily to let the water and remaining blood soak in. "Does it sting?"<br/><br/>"A little bit," she said, noting the gentleness of the doctor's hands as he began applying gauze and then bandaging the arm up.<br/><br/>"Now the head wound," he said. "Do you want to tie your hair back?" Ellen didn't respond, only dug into her pockets for treasure. When she found none, Dr. Ericsson dug into his pocket and retrieved a black hair tie. "I found it on one of the beds. Seemed whoever had it didn't want to keep it." Kevin gave the hair tie to Ellen who immediately tied her hair back in an almost neat ponytail. Dr. Ericsson proceeded to clean the wound, apply clean gauze and wrap it in bandages, wrapping it around her head at least twice so the gauze wouldn't fall off. "There. I don't suppose your friends know where the food stores are found. Almost all of these people are hungry and they need energy to get off these beds, and eventually off this ship."<br/><br/>Ellen replied, "They're all specialists in one thing or another. It would good if they did know where the food is stored. Come" She got up, zipping up a duffel bag full of leftover materials. "Maybe we should stock up on supplies at the med storage before we go looking for the food stores.<br/><br/>"Excellent idea. After you then," Dr. Ericsson said. Ellen nodded at the gesture and smiled and retraced her steps back to the med storage. She hoped everyone was still there and further hoped someone knew where the food she being kept.