It's done.
You detach yourself from the equipment as Sendra walks in, carrying a first aid kit.
"You good?" she asks.
"What do you think?" you ask back.
Your whole arm is throbbing.
Sendra starts disinfecting your wounds without a word, then dresses each cut with SecondSkin. "You'll survive," she says.
"I know."
"Chalidah is waiting for us," Sendra says.
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