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Jessica looked at William, who was helping the other injured marines, his own body not in a good way. She shook her head as she continued treating the sergeant. She positioned Maxine to hold Alec's arms down as she pulled a chest drain out after noticing his breathing slightly ragged. She sterilised it quickly, checking a spot between his upper ribs. "Right sir, this is gonna hurt, so stay in there," she said as she started inserting the chest drain in, getting a cry of pain from the man who was being held down by Maxine.

"William, are you alright!?" she called over as the pressure in Alec's lung stabilised. She knew that she had other casualties to sort out. She put a wrap on Alec, hoping to hold the broken ribs in place long enough to get him to further safety.

"Maxine, can you keep an eye on Alec for me?" she asked as she stood up, "I need to check on the others."

She stood up, rushing over to the other marines, her bag draped over her shoulder. She stood next to Firley and smiled at him, "I can see that you didn't escape from getting injured," she said as she took a quick look at him, "does it hurt anywhere else?"

Alec really didn't care about all this medical crap, but sat through it anyways, probably because he couldn't really move and he was dizzy. Grateful he was alive he let his head sit up for a moment, his eyes dominating his surroundings, all he saw was alot of blood and Maxine in hovering over him. Which reminded him that she had given him a report, but he was determined to find the survivors....if there was any.

Maybe it was a suicide mission and maybe he shouldn't have dragged everyone here with him, but this wasn't the time to be feeling guilty. He shook his thoughts away and fixed his eyes on Maxines and his low and gentle voice escaped his lips. "Let's just try to find any survivors first, we can worry about getting out of here when the time comes and as for the instability of the ship...well I guess we will just have tread lightly."

Even now he was capable of humor, but it would serve nobody well, so he figured he'd try to refrain from amusing himself. He was pretty busted up, but his morale remained strong and his determination fierce. He had brought them all this far, he wasn't just going to throw in the towel and half ass everything, his will was always strong, but now it shined the most. He could only hope he'd be on his feet again soon and that the doc fixed him up nice.

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I feel it everyday it's all the same.
It brings me down, but I'm the one to blame.
I've tried everything to get away.
So, here I go again chasing you down again.
Why do I do this?
It feels like everyday stays the same.
It's dragging me down, and I can't pull away.
Over and over, over and over you make me fall for you.
Over and over, over and over You don't even try to.
I try to live without you, every time I do I feel dead.
I know what's best for me, but I want you instead.