The clean, sterile environment of the medical bay was still unfamiliar to Vivian. Men and women groaning in stretchers, screaming and crying, covered in gauze and limbs suspended in casts and slings. It was almost too much for her to bear. As she slipped from bed to bed, stopping occasionally to check on a patient, she could only feel sorrow and pity. She pointed a finger at an unconscious patient's eye, holding his head steady with the other hand. A beam of white light emitted from her fingertip and after a quick pass over the subject's eyes to check for dilation, she moved on to the next patient.

A very well-built man, this patient. Burns, disorientation and general auditory unresponsiveness were what she discerned as she called out, "Sir? Sir, are you a new patient?" She refrained from touching him directly, not one to disturb a patient who was in what looked like a pain med-induced stupor. She twisted her mouth into a grimace as she watched him stroke the air, as if there were something there. A coping mechanism? Memories of an old pet? It made her heart wrench to see someone in such a state. She set about doing as best a physical examination as she could, taking extra care around injuries and shining her light where she could. She debated transferring his wounds to alleviate some of the pain, but in her current tired state, it would only make things worse with how short-staffed they were.