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The fact that his only response is coughing and groaning may indicate that he doesn't. Or that, if he does, he doesn't recognise Guppy's voice.

He puts an oxygen mask carefully over Atton as he assesses him. He knows he's way over his head here, but since there's no guarentee that help will come, he gets on with things as best he can.

He checks air entry whilst trying to put pressure on the worst of the wounds, sending the infirmary waitrat for fluids.

"Someone really had it in for you mate." he says, running the scanner over to check for internal damage.

For a moment, there's a touch of blue light, and it looks like the wounds are going to close. They get smaller, at least. And then the second passes, the light fades, and they open right back up again.

Atton puts up a bit of a struggle as the oxygen mask is put on and pressure is applied, but it lacks the force or enthusiasm behind it to be anything more than a bit of a squirm.

"Come on Atton, don't make me sedate you, I'm really not qualified for that. I know it hurts mate, I'm going to give you something for the pain, and something to stop you feeling sick from the drug."

He carefully injects morphine and metaclopramide* then looks at the scan results.

"Looks like you've been pretty lucky, no major organ damage. Now we just need to stop you bleeding out."

A hopefully reassuring hand squeeze, then he starts to put an IV fluid line in.

[ooc: *Generic Disclaimer: Guppy's mun is not (yet) a doctor. Medical treatment is written to the best of her knowledge. If incorrect, please assume that Guppy would have done the right thing.]

It may be a sign that Atton's getting a bit more of a grip on reality that he stops struggling, and that the hand squeeze doesn't make him start again. Or he may just be getting tired, it's hard to say.

Either way, he relaxes a bit.

"That's it, you're doing great Atton. Keep fighting for me."

He begins treating the stab wounds in order of preference. Compression of the worst ones. He even gets the infirmary waitrat to don teeny little rubber gloves and compress a third.

His shirt is covered with Atton's blood. He doesn't even notice, just keeping an eye on the man's vital signs and hoping beyond hope that he doesn't go into shock. Hopefully the fluids should help.

Atton makes a small, quiet noise, watching him out of the corner of his eye. Once more, the blue haze gathers and the wounds start to close, and once again it fades away and the wounds open up once more. On the bright side, he doesn't appear to be going into shock.

"I can fix some of those for you as soon as these worst ones stop bleeding. Just rest, you're going to be fine."

He reaches over and wipes the man's bleeding nose.

"I need to make sure there's nothing damaged underneath the major ones before we close them."

Checking on the wound below his hand. "Do you remember where you are yet?"

"Infirmary. Milliways," Atton mutters after a minute or two of silence. "Door opened in the floor."

"Good." He begins running through neuro obs now that his patient is talking, carefully shining a pen torch in the man's eyes to check pupillary reflexes.

"Can you tell me who you are and who I am?"

"I'm Doctor Guppy, and you're Atton Rand," Apparently, his sense of humour's returned, even if it's said wearily and without much enthusiasm. "The rat's either Sam Linferr or Darth Revan."

"I'm going to need a double check on that mate. I'm sorry."

The glowy pen comes out and he puts a hand on Atton's forehead. "Same drill as the other day, follow the pen for me please."

"Whatever y'say, Att." Atton follows the pen, relatively easily.

"That's going on your notes if you say it again."

He runs the scanner carefully over Atton's head.

"The good news is there's no obvious head injury. Can you tell me what happened?"

"I got stabbed," Dry. "And punched. And left in the middle of a burning storage room."

"Are you hurting anywhere in particular? Can you breathe okay?"

"My legs aren't hurtin'. Pretty much everything else is," Atton says. "And yeah, I can breathe okay. The mask-thing helps."

"Okay. Any numbness, pins and needles? How are your back and neck? Sorry, I had to carry you rather inelegantly in here because you were in danger of bleeding out and I didn't have time to get help."

"Numbness'd be great. I'm not that lucky. My back and neck are a bit sore. So's everywhere else."

"Okay, lie still for me." he says, cursing himself for not having stabilised Atton's spine. But he really did only have one pair of hands, and back home he'd have had six or seven people with him working on Atton.

A quick run with the scanner confirms that there is no back or neck damage, much to his relief, other than bruising.

"The painkillers should kick in in a moment. How do you feel other than that?"

He checks the wound the rat is putting pressure on.

"Alright, all things considered," Atton musters up a weak smile. "Does this mean I can go?" Possibly, he isn't actually serious. Because even for Atton, leaving the infirmary so soon would be foolish.

"Even if you do feel up to walking, I don't think that's a good idea. You lost quite a lot of blood. You need observation at very least overnight if not for a couple of days, more fluids and pain relief. And you've been exposed to smoke, which means your airway could still swell up."

Putting a gentle hand on Atton's shoulder. "Just relax and enjoy the break. Get some rest. I'll be here all night to look after you, okay?"

He sets to work checking and steristripping the stab wounds, making sure each one actually has avoided hitting anything vital.

And this is when Kevin shows up, at a run.

"Guppy?"

Atton stiffens slightly as Kevin approaches, because even though he knows it's Milliways, and safe, and somebody Guppy presumably knows, the combination of being vulnerable and being near a stranger makes him nervous.

He offers a small wave anyway.

Placing a gentle hand on Atton's shoulder to reassure him, Guppy turns to Kevin. His shirt is absolutely covered in Atton's blood, but he is at least looking a little calmer about it all.

"Kevin, thanks for coming. This is Atton, he has received multiple stab wounds to thorax and abdomen, contusions to head and upper body and mild smoke inhalation. He is, as far as I am aware, baseline human but has Force ability. I have checked his back and neck, administered morphine for the pain and metaclopramide to prevent drug-related nausea, one unit of fluids and have been applying pressure to the worst of the wounds. GCS is now 15 but he was originally confused and disorientated. Given the bruises I'd say it's possible that he may still have a slowly forming head injury but the scanner is currently showing no damage to any internal organs or major arteries. In short he appears to have been very lucky."

He is still applying pressure to one of the wounds. "I called for backup because I didn't know if we were going to need surgery, and this is really a lot more serious than I would usually deal with back home. I just hope I've done what I need to."

"I'm not a trauma surgeon", Kevin says with a frown, moving to the side of Atton's bed to help. "But I'll do what I can."

"Atton, this is Kevin, he's a friend of mine. He's here to help." A nod to Kevin. "Thanks. I've performed surgery once under very extreme circumstances to treat a subdural heamorrhage, but that's more or less it, and if anything needs to be done two doctors are definitely better than one."

"I don't need surgery." Atton interjects quietly, even though he has no idea if he does or not. "Really."

"I think you should let us decide that", Kevin tells him dryly. "But if you really have no damage to your organs, that does make it less likely."

Guppy produces the scanner images he acquired earlier to show Kevin.

"As I said, it looks like you've been lucky, but it would be as well to check. But these are all three to four inches deep and are all going to need some repair in any case. I don't know how much you can do with the Force, or would recommend you try."

"I can heal them," Atton insists. "Just ... not right at the moment."

"Atton, you're full of holes. You don't honestly want us to leave you like that do you? We'd give you anaesthesia first."

Now that Atton's pretty much fully conscious, he's aware that he can't just go ahead and treat him if he doesn't want it, because that would be violating his right to refuse consent.

Atton realises Guppy has a point. At the same time, the idea of being injured and asleep while people with possibly-sharp objects are present unnerves him greatly.

Thusly, there's quite a lot of silence before an almost inaudible murmur;
"Fine."

Guppy nods.

"It's going to have to be a local anaesthetic I'm afraid. Neither of us are anaesthetists so a general isn't a sensible option. You don't have to watch though, if you don't want to."

"I'll watch, thanks." Atton says, inwardly just a little bit relieved.

The local is administered in various locations, then Guppy and Kevin sort out the stab wounds. Guppy nods to Atton when they're done.

"All finished, but you need to get some rest, ok? Do you want anyone contacting?"

"Nah, I'll tell them myself when I can get out of here," Atton replies. "No sense in worryin' them."

"Okay, if you're sure. I'd advise you stay here a couple of days at least though. Just so we can keep an eye on you."

"Couple've days, got it." Whether he's actually going to follow the advice is another matter altogether.

A smile as he takes the gloves off.

"Get some rest, I'll be here if you need anything, okay? There's a buzzer here if you don't feel up to yelling. I'll be in the office but I'll come in and check on you through the night, okay?"

Tiredly: "Sure, Att. Could do with some sleep anyway."

He hangs around until Atton falls asleep, then heads into the office. He alternates half-hourly checks with the occasional catnap on the sofa.