<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/812547894355427348/813571062867427328/LtJG_Winn_Antos.png)</div><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Name</strong></span>: Winn Antos<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Location</strong></span>: Bridge<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Content</strong></span>: Crisis Response and Emergency Medicine<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Tag | Mention</strong></span>: H'Raal, Nissillia, Riak, Anatole | Captain Galvan, Commander Mara<br/><hr/><br/>H'raal was all right enough to take charge, and thank the Prophets for that.  "Aye, Sir," he answered as he took the dermal regenerator.  He'd had one used on himself before during the war several times, passed them to Medical personnel, but never had to use one himself.  But he was a Starfleet Officer, as the Emissary, and he was well trained and his will was strong.  He'd seen what to do enough times, and H'raal's explanation should be enough.<br/><br/>"All right."  He powered the device on and then started to peel his blood soaked uniform jacket back slowly, moving the dermal regenerator over the revealed wound to try and keep the Captain from losing too much more blood.  She was already paler than was probably good.  Where he was using the tool, the bleeding slowed and then stopped before it started to knit and grow back together.  He moved carefully, keeping the medical device at as precisely ten centimeters from the injury as he could manage.  Which was probably pretty close, spatial awareness was a part of Starfleet training, after all.<br/><br/>At the Catian's question, Antos kept working, "The regenerator's stopping the bleeding and closing the wound, Sir.  But she's awfully pale, and hasn't moved or come to...I think she needs a doctor and fast."  Not that he was a doctor.  But he'd seen lots of people die.  The Captain wasn't dead, he was certain, but he was worried it wouldn't take much for the Prophets to welcome her home.