Alexander had used his body to try and steady one of his patients as he worked while the ship slammed hard. Despite his best efforts he and the patient were still thrown to the ground as he heard the familiar crack of bone combined with an almost unfamiliar searing pain shooting through him. Managing to sit back up he started to mend his own arm to a usable and merely throbbing state. The pain still there but not enough he couldn't simply ignore it and continue with his work. Triage was needed, not fixing every small injury.

"Hopefully that's the end of this and we can continue on our way." He thought out loud as he worked.