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Zhaan has managed to track down Luz elsewhere in the bar and has brought him back to the infirmary. "Dr. Sandhu has showed me a device I did not know about when you were injured," she explains, going to a table in the corner. "It's called a fuser. With this, I can get your ribs to knit within a few minutes." She picks up the device from the table. "You'll no longer need to wear the cast." Which, she is sure, comes as a great relief to Luz.

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If George could no doubt he'd be jumping from foot to foot right now with glee. He'd never been so excited to get back to England and into the rest of his jump gear. Allie had helped the itching, Puss in Boots had given him a lovely parting gift etched within the cast, and Will enough Strikes to keep him going a couple of weeks back out in the field.

He was ready.

"Sign me up, doc. Let's get this thing rolling shall we?"

Zhaan smiles and nods. "Please remove your shirt and lie down there," she says, pointing to the nearest bed. "I will take off the cast before I use this. The sensation is not comfortable, or so Dr. Sandhu said," Zhaan warns, "but you must keep still so I can target it properly."

This sort of being still is good enough for George to force a relaxed state. Removing the hospital shirt reveals the 'P' and various cut marks into the cast. No doubt he had been trying to remove it. A very toothy grin crosses his face in the most innocent of ways before he climbs into the pointed at bed and stretches out.

"I think I can manage that."

With a sigh at the cast and a mildly irritated but resigned look at Luz, Zhaan gets a small surgical knife and quickly slices off the plaster. She's careful to leave the "P" intact, since she thinks Luz might want it.

She then picks up the fuser and points it at George's chest. The display shows his damaged ribs. Zhaan adjusts the machine a little so it's pointing at a particular one. "I'm about to start the process," she says. "It's going to feel strange, but please remain still." She turns a dial on the fuser's handle and presses a button.

Feeling the shifting of the bones, or what he would think is what it is, causes the man's face to distort in discomfort. It's not a pleasent feeling and it's one he never wants to have happen again. But he remains quiet and still trying his best to suck it up and not whine.

George could be a good patient when he wanted to be. Really.

Zhaan's actually surprised that Luz is following her instructions, for once. She works the bone fuser over his ribs, making sure each of the breaks is cleanly sealed. It takes less time than she'd anticipated, perhaps because the bones were already on the mend.

She turns off the fuser and lowers it. "There," she says. "Your ribs are no longer broken. But they will be fragile for a week or so, and that area will be a bit sore. Be careful," she adds. "If you come back here having broken your ribs again, I will be very cross." She probably doesn't mean it, but after the incident with the cigarette...well, it's hard to tell.

"Ma'am," Luz says slowly, frowning as he does so and rubing the spot where his ribs felt like they were moving. "I'm about to go jump out of an C-47 into combat. I can't promise you anything." Which is true, he couldn't. He just hoped his door was back so he could go.

"But I'll try not to break them again- maybe a leg this next time for you?"

"Your leg, arm, or even skull if you like," Zhaan says lightly. "Just so long as it is not the ribs again." She smiles at Luz. "I wish you luck."

"Great then! I'll make it a point to do it so I can come give you another hard time then!" Of cours George says this with a laugh.

"I..guess I never got to properly introduce myself." Luz says almost sheepishly, reaching over for the PJ top fitting to that of the 1940s hospitals back in England. However he offers Zhaan his right hand, "George Luz, Easy Company 506th. 1944."

Since Zhaan's already read his dog tags, she knows all this. But a proper introduction is nice. She accepts the handshake and almost manages to pull it off naturally this time: she is still unaccustomed to the gesture.

With that done, she presses her palms together and bows. "Pa'u Zotoh Zhaan of Delvia, and lately of the Leviathan ship Moya." Now, really, she's of Milliways. But parts of her are still on her homeworld, and on the ship.

Then there was much blinking. Bowing and long names just were odd which is why he'll stick with Zhaan. "I can offically say you are the first person that has ever bowed since I've been coming here." His words are slightly impressed and slightly teaseing at the same time.

"Ah..I do want to also apologize for being like a kid. Never took to kindly to being told to stay still and all."

"It's all right. You are not the first human I've met who has that problem." John Crichton tends to be pretty squirmy and talkative as well. "I think I may owe you an apology for getting upset with you. I was simply concerned - your injury was severe and could easily have worsened."

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