For the moment, she thought she was through the worst of it. Her team had stabilized five lives already. Of the five, three were resting comfortably. The other two were left in drug induced comas. She was looking over the pilot who was badly burned. Most of his skin was burned through. It was obvious, someone didn't finish him off, they let the hulk burn to explosion and somehow he lived. She shook her head in disgust, "Sick!" Her reaching for another cup of ambition was interrupted by a nurse.
"I'm sorry, Dr. Naggar, but we have more incoming from Magellan."
With an eye roll, Doreen just replied with an "it figures." She was exhausted but was fully prepped for the next arrival. A Freelancer brought in a bomber crew. He was solemn, "I.....I couldn't save this one but this one was being in an escape pod being shot at by Outcasts....."
"Thank you, Sir," she answered him before turning to a staffer with some disgust, "Someone pay him for his services."
She quickly looked at the first. With a large, metal object lodged in his forehead, he had no pulse and was cold. She just looked at her watch and instructed, "Clean him up. There's nothing anyone can do for him."
She turned her attention to the other pilot. He was awake but in extreme pain. He was gasping for breath as he looked up at Doreen. "Outcasts............damned........Outcasts........" She nodded her sympathetic understanding.
"Don't let me die," said the pilot in one, short breath. Doreen gave him a soft smile, "Not on my watch."
He was missing his left arm and didn't know it. She took his right hand, bloody as it was, and held it tight in both of hers. While she was assuring him, another surgeon was stopping the bleeding from where his arm was shot off.
"Look at me," she told him, holding his hand tight, "breathe with me." She worked with him and worked on matching their breathing rates. If he tried to turn and look elsewhere, she told him to look at her.
"Now," she said, "nice and easy......nice and easy. You're going to be fine." For what seemed like an eternity, the two breathed in sequence to a point of calm. While that was going on, the nub on his left arm was gone. She then nodded to an anesthesiologist who then put a mask on his face. He quickly fell asleep
She ran a scan on him. Asides his missing arm, a lot of surface tissue damage and blood loss, he would recover. She then thought for a moment.
"Um, put him in ICU. I have an idea for him." Her thought? Nanite therapy for which she needed Erik for.
As she was washing up, a young nurse asked her, "Doctor, where did you learn to do that? You know, calm that patient?"
She smiled and simply answered, "I'm a Mom. Medical school just can't teach you some things."