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Hank moves into the Infirmary, carrying Mary-Anne on a stim-stretcher toward a bed.

"Computer! Activate scanning protocols ten-one-seven."

Lights go up and a monitor rumbles to life as he settles her in the bed and gets to work.

A privacy screen rises and her clothes soon are on the floor, cut carefully away as he works. Scanners give him an even more complete report than Martin's.

Her kidney os in the worst shape and hemorrhaging badly and he works quickly, the healing machines he has had to learn to use painfully slowly working painstakingly to heal her kidney.

That involves surgery and it takes quite some time.

By the time it is done, he is sweating and nods, slowly.

"One down... only a hundred more things to go..."

It is a mutter...

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Even unconscious, pain has been her compainion for several hours now. So the absence of any is enough to attract her attention.

She twitches once, but doesn't waken yet.

He notes that, his eyes flying to the monitor. He starts a fast drip of painkiller, and a slow drip of medicine to stabilize her. He wants to slowly keep her system steady. Too much too fast and it will cause her to go into shock, too little and she could die.

He moves to the knees, wincing at their condition and pulls out the targ. After, carefully, slowly, setting them, he uses the device to start the healing process and accellerate it to an Nth degree. Each knee is painstakingly reconstructed, refused, refinished, carefully worked on so as to not inhibit movement of flexibility. Time passes, minutes crawling into an hour, and then two, as he stabilizes her, and heals her knees.

When those are done, he takes the time to towel off his hands and head and then moves toward her ankles.

Creeping towards awareness.
And pray to God to have mercy upon us
There's something different (pain? less? yes I think I think ).
And pray that I may forget
Still quiet; the fingers on her unbroken hand curl slightly, then go slack.
These matters that with myself I too much discuss

Careful eyes note each movement, and his eyes watch her readings on the monitor. He nods, and continues.

With careful movements, he slowly sets her ankles. The job is almost impossible and swearing in several languages, including Kree and a few oaths in Japanese that Logan taught him, come out. But he keeps working. Once things are ready, he begins the slower task of using the targ to begin and accelerate healing of the ankles. These are even harder, more intricate than the knees. A mistake here will leave her crippled for life.

He works and concentrates, and pushes everything else away.

When he is done, he breathes, as he sets the targ aside for a moment and stretches cramped fingers. He checks the monitor readings and adjusts her dosages and then nods and reaches for the targ again.

Her eyes open to thin slits. Her body informs her that any attempts to move would be a bad idea.

"Wha?"

He stops and carefully puts the targ down before moving slowly into her view. He is wearing doctor's scrubs and a mask which he pulsl down as he sees her eyes.

"Mary-Anne? Can you hear me? You're in the Infirmary at Milliways."

She nods weakly.

"Mhm...How'd you find me?"

"Mel called me over to tell me about you, and some man told me what was wrong and what you looked like. Didnt identify you fully, but it was enough to find you with my senses in the dark. I brought you in here and have been working on you for several hours. Please dont try to move, there is still a lot to do and I need to try to finish this stage of helping you as soon as possible."

"'Kay"

There's only one person who knew where she was. She'll ponder that bit of information later. For now she just closes her eyes, falling back into the wating cushion of painkillers and drugs while Hank continues with his work.

Now he concentrates on her ribs and the tissues around them, slowly healing the damage. These it is a lot harder to repair, because of their closeness of the major organs.

Thus, he can only take them so far, and so fast, but he gives her a leg up and speeds the process a lot.

What would have taken months to heal will take no more than a week or a little over, now.

He glances at the hand and nods. That next.

She can draw a deeper breath now, even if the ache persists.

can't shoot can't throw can't fight

There isn't too much left to fix. She steels herself for the next round.

"Hang in there, Mary-Anne. We have one more major job to do, then the rest will go faster and easier. Just... hang on."

He smiles, then begins to examine visually, her hand, checking his observations against the scanner and sighing. This will... be hard. But he goes to work.

Again, time goes by slowly as he works on reconstructing bone and tissue.

He breathes and moves all as part of the healing, working, the rest of the world, the rest of the infirmary, and even the rest of her body, going away as he concentrates his attention on that one small area, on each bone and each inch of tissue that must be miraculously remade, healed, and closed up.

Even with the advanced science he commands, it isn't something he can do quickly and it won't be done right away. Of all the injuries, this one may take the longest to heal, because of the tissue and bone that was so intermingled and now must heal slowly in a cast that will encourage and speed that healing while holding it all together.

Done as best he can be, and the cast applied, he sits back again and looks at her, breathing and stretching again, setting himself to concentrate on the next task.

Deep inside him, anger coils like a serpent, wanting to strike against the beast that caused such damage to another human. He has long ago accepted that he cant do such, but it doesn't mean he had made peace with it, and his inner beast howls now, as he forces himself to concentrate and be Doctor McCoy.

The Beast will have it's time later.

She sighs. There's a lot of recovering left to do, but her mind is finally clear.

"Thank you."

There is a gentle smile for her as he works on her patella, each one needing to be healed and set, and healed more. Then he moves up to her body and uses a gentle lotion and device to repair some of the tissue damage and bruising done to her.

After all of that, he sighs and nods.

"Only one thing left, I believe, and even through the pain killers, this is going to hurt."

He reaches out, gentle grasps her nose in both hands and moves it into position with a sudden motion, setting a cast on it as he does so. It wont need it long, but at least this way it will heal straight.

Then he nods and steps back, stripping off gloves and gown and setting a second one on. He settles next to her on a stool as he checks her medicine and pain killers and nods.

"Okay. I did what I could do for now."

She swears under her breath when he sets her nose, then sits up slowly.

"You did great," she murmurs, smiling weakly in return.

"How long do I get to keep this?" She waves the hand in a cast.

"A week, maybe a little longer. The bones and tissue were... well, there wasnt much left, really. I had to rebuild most of it from the bottom up. So, it will need a little time, even with the tech we have here. Same with the ribs. The nose probably wont take that long. Noses are resilient."

He shakes his head.

"You were... I havent seen anyone that badly off in awhile, Mary-Anne."

He nods.

"Take it easy for at least a week. If you have to fight, use an edge, like a gun or something similar. Avoid fights if you can. Or, ah, anything else strenuous. Anything else."

The glance he levels at her is plain.

Much to her surprise, she finds herself laughing a little.

"I promise I'll...take it easy for a while."

He grins, glad to see a little humor.

"Good. For tonight, I can either give you a load of pain killer and you can sleep it off here, or I can let you go with some to take both for tonight and for the rest of the week."

He nods to the beds.

"After that is, I move you to another bed. And give you a new shirt. I'm afraid your old one wont be much good to you."

He holds out a large, oversized shirt which buttons up the front.

She accepts the shirt, shrugging it on and doing up most of the buttons one-handed with minimal trouble.

"I...think I'd like to go to my own room, thanks."

She needs territory she can control. Not to mention her guns.

He nods.

"Okay."

He goes to the monitor and punches a few buttons. it analyzes her system and produces medicine set for her weight and condition. He hands her two bottles.

"This one is for pain. Take them as directed and as needed. They wont make you woozy, but they are pain meds, so be careful. This bottle is in case you start feeling nauseous when you try to eat. Even with all I have pumped into you, you lost a lot of blood today. Your system will be off for a few days."

He nods.

"As long as you are careful, you will be okay. But send me message, or come here immediately, if you have any trouble, okay?"

She studies the meds, making careful mental notes on what each one is for.

"Anything gets weird, I'll keep you posted, I promise."

She gets to her feet and makes her way to the door, her first steps hesitant on recently healed joints. She pauses at the door to glance back over her shoulder. "Thank you again."

And then she's headed to her room, walking just fast enough to not attract attention.

He watches her go, not entirely okay with her going, but understanding the need. he turns to write his report and clean up. There is still a lot to do.

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