[quote=@Bonjour xx]
[b]"Doc, you're needed here!"[/b]
[/quote]

"On my way!"

Ignoring the relative havoc that was going on within the docking bay, he rushed to Marga and Farvis' side. His hand found the release of the force field helmet and tapped it, opening up the man's face to the elements, well, all the elements that were in the room anyway. He barely had time to register Hundred careening past the closing door, crashing into Mez and upsetting everything else, but then there she was, sealing up the door to give them breathable air, or at least a semblance of one. The ship's emergency lighting chose that moment to restore itself, though he knew not how, and he had more light than just his visor's light. He flipped the faceplate of his armour up with a flick of his chin and gave the poor man a once over. His face was covered in blood, so was the inside of his visor, his breathing was ragged but steady, but his optics would have to provide him with a better view. As he reached behind him to grab a hand into his back rig, he gave his optics their next command.

"Optics, x-ray, scan for severe injuries and highlight immediately."

His groping hand found a small tube and he pulled it right out immediately. The translucent green fluid within vibrated gently as the vial settled in his hand while he slowly swept his optics over Farvis' battered body. Even without the help of his tech, he saw the mighty large gash that had torn its way across the man's face, diagonally across and to the left. Thankfully whatever had caused him the damage had missed his eyes; even with his medical supplies he couldn't regrow those here. He popped the top of the vial and poured a small amount of the cool green gel along the gash. The antiseptics in the compound acted immediately, producing a slight buzzing, painful sensation that almost immediately dulled as the analgesics within the gel next took their effect; the gel warmed up and began to melt, flowing into the wound and being absorbed by Farvis' exposed dermis and tissue underneath. As the medigel continued its healing effects, Simon kept his hand still and gentle on the man's face, his eyes shut tight, and if one were to lean in closely, they could hear him muttering, under his breath, the below statement extremely quietly, repeating itself over and over again.

"[i]A spiritibus supra omnia curare et absolvat hunc dolorem.[/i]"

The flesh underneath his hand would, almost as if by magic, slowly stitch itself and seal back together. The gash, after all, was a minor injury, merely a flesh wound, and the medigel's rapid healing capabilities could handle that no sweat. It was the other injuries that concerned him more, and shortly his system would have the answer to that. After he'd treated Farvis he would return his attention to the matter of the ship and the rest of their unlikely team.