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The infirmary is quiet, for now, only a few in-patients.

But using the q word is unlikely to let such things last...

"Hello?" says Iella, helping Wedge through the infirmary door. "We're looking for a medic."

Guppy pops his head around the office door, then approaches.

"Dr Guppy Sandhu, can I help you?"

"Got a bit toasted on the last mission, Doc, and now I'm under orders to get it checked out." Wedge rasps with the trademark Corellian grin. "It will give the medics back home a bit less to worry about."

He smiles. "Sensible orders by the sounds of things, have a sit on the bed. Can you breathe okay?"

Wedge 'lets' Iella help him to the nearest bed, leaning on her a bit more heavily as another coughing fit threatens to knock him off his feet.
"Just the coughing. My nav board started smoking in-flight and the reserve air took its own sweet time coming online. Got a few good lungfuls of the muck before I could get on the tanks."

Oddly, he had been more worried about the squint that had caused the damage in the first place than figuring out which button to press at the time.

"Okay, I'm going to give you some oxygen whilst we check you over." Guppy says, unhooking the mask and passing it to him. "And I'm going to need to ask you some questions, starting with what's your name and are you human?"

That, at least, is an order he recognizes. He takes the mask, fitting it over his nose and mouth like his shipboard rebreather.

Spend enough time in space, and ventilation systems become second nature.

"Wedge Antilles," Iella answers for him, sticking by his side. "Humanoid, from Corellia. His hands are burned, too."

"Thank you." Guppy says, grabbing the scanner to give him a once over. He can't rely fully on his own knowledge if the patient isn't human.

"Can you tell me exactly what happened Wedge?"

Wedge pulls the oxygen mask away from his face, coughing a bit at the dryness of the tank air.
"A squint shot out my rear deflector shields, and while my astromech was trying to bring them back online the imp got a couple shots in, blew my nav board all to hell. My wing scraped the squint off me, and after I got on tank air I went back in." He explains, shortly. Maybe a little too shortly, but he's used to medics already knowing the specifics of the missions he runs, and having long experience in working with these sorts of injuries.

He doesn't get most of that.

"I'm going to need to know what happened to your body rather than your plane. I mean did you have any heavy impacts? Are you hurt anywhere else apart from your hands and lungs?"

"Huh?" What in the sith hell is a plane? That, however, is a minor point, and he can hash it out later.
"Don't think I'm hurt anywhere else. That's why we've come to you, isn't it?"

"Well yes, but we don't want to miss anything."

He finishes running the scanner over the man.

[ooc: Apart from the burns and the lung damage, anything else?]

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