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[stellationing]

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Have fun!

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[alionsheart]

He's honestly surprised when the device seems to be...doing exactly what he wanted it to do. His hand isn't quite as steady as he'd prefer, but his aim is true. There's immediate relief when he hears Beverly's voice, and he instantly takes his finger off the little button so it will stop firing. He's terrified he'll hurt her even more, so he sets it aside, gently cradling the upper half of her body.

"I'm here," Robin is quick to assure her. "You've been badly injured, I'm not...quite sure the extent of the damage, but...I'll take care of you. I promise." He'll do absolutely anything to make her better, after everything she's already done for his boy. Just to soothe her for a brief moment, his fingers stroke across her forehead.

"I want to move you a bit, get you more comfortable. I'm...not sure if it's safe. Can you feel much in your legs?"

[ethnobotany]

A long time has passed since anyone has held her like this, either because they wanted to or because they had to. It's been an equally long time since she has been injured like this. In fact, she can distinctly remember -- or, at least, it's distinct when she has control over the entirety of her mental faculties -- falling into a hole and having to coach Jean-Luc through something similar.

It felt a lot like this in different ways. Similarly different ways...

Somehow that makes sense to her addled brain.

With how she is feeling, moving her too far is not a good idea. Not until a medical team can get down here or she gets beamed up to sickbay. Speaking of a medical team, where is hers? A frown creases her face. Speaking is still taking a great deal of focus, but that extra concentration is helping her stay awake. That is something she can use.

"I had... a small medical kit," she begins slowly. "It shouldn't be far. If you can find it, there should be a small square device inside. That... if you unfold it... that can help us determine my state." Oh but right, he asked a question. Her frown of concentration deepens a bit. "Ache. My legs ache. They don't feel broken... but there's... sharp pain in my head, my side, and... I'm losing blood. I can't tell where."

Her head injury is definitely one of the culprits, but there's also a gash on one leg and a mildly fractured rib. She's lucky the rib didn't puncture her skin. Or anything inside.

[alionsheart]

Robin is so incredibly worried - particularly as he feels relatively out of his element at the moment - but also determined to get her through this. When she mentions that she's losing blood but she's not sure where, that adds to his concern, but he focuses on one thing at a time. Grab the device she made mention of, use that to look her over. It's all so strange to him, these devices and the advancements her people have made, but it's also infinitely useful.

"Right. I'll fetch it." Before he moves, though, he shrugs out of his outer vest, bunching it up and gently lifting her head so she has a small, makeshift pillow. He can't imagine the hard ground is comfortable, though he's infinitely careful not to injure her head further when he moves it.

Quickly, he searches for and finds her medical kit, bringing it to her and pulling out what looks like the square device she mentioned. He kneels beside her so she can hopefully see that he has it, though he glances at her face for a moment just to be sure she's still awake and hanging on. Then he unfolds the device, holding it over her, not sure if he needs to do anything else.

"Is...this all I need to do?" He wants, badly, to tend to her noticeable injuries, everything he can see. "I'll wrap up your injuries in a moment, I promise."

[ethnobotany]

Beverly realizes belatedly that this means she will have to talk him through making sense of the tricorder's readings. There are worse things. At least that will help keep her awake and concentrating, even if it takes all of her focus and brainpower.

The fact that he gives her his vest as a pillow is something she tries to hold onto. She'll have to thank him for all of this later on. When she can actually think straight.

"For now, yes," she tells him, trying her best to keep an eye on what he's doing. It's hard, supremely so. Her eyes keep trying to close. The tricorder stays silent for all of two seconds before it begins chirping incessantly. Beverly had expected as much. The sound does serve to help keep her awake. Hard to sleep with that blaring in her ears.

"The screen..." She has to close her eyes to focus on the image of the tricorder screen in her mind. Carefully, she describes what he should be seeing, listening to what he tells her, and then coaching him through the diagnosis process. Cracked rib, lacerations on her head and leg, concussion. She's lucky that neither of her legs is broken, just badly bruised. The bones are likely bruised as well. If Robin had any training with her equipment, she would suggest using the regenerators, but she can barely coax him through the tricorder. The rest... are the regenerators even in one piece?

The answer, as it turns out, is no. Not that she can tell from this angle.

Either way, her head and leg will need to be bandaged and elevated and she absolutely needs to stay awake. The latter will be the harder part. She can already feel herself slipping into silence and rest.

[alionsheart]

There's so much Robin doesn't know about tending to one's injuries. Superficial injuries are relatively easy; knowing one can't die from a scrape relieves some of the pressure in wrapping up wounds. But her injuries are rather extensive and it's a bit daunting for a moment. He hardly knows this woman, but he truly does care about her. The idea that she could die under his watch, after everything she's done for him, is deeply upsetting. But she's awake enough for the moment that he can ask questions of her as he goes. He starts with the injuries he can see first, using the few supplies from her medkit to clean and wrap her injuries the best he can. He has a flask of ale he keeps with him, so he rips up some cloth from his trousers and douses it in ale when he runs out of supplies to wrap her head.

Knowing there's nothing he can do for her ribs, Robin shifts now to sit with her, gently resting her head in his lap. "How do we get a hold of your team? I believe they returned to your ship," he laments. Anything to keep her talking right now seems like a good thing.

[ethnobotany]

He's doing a good job as it is, tending her to the best of his abilities. Her team should be back soon. Currently, Alyssa Ogawa is screeching at everyone to send a team back down, so with luck it won't be long at all. Beverly does wince a little at the feeling of ale cleaning, as she should -- at least it means she's still got feeling in her.

At his question, she frowns in concentration, trying to think of what exactly they had been trying to do before the cave-in. Something... a beacon? Yes. Using...

"Combadge," she murmurs, wincing as she lifts a hand slowly and tries to brush her badge. The hand only gets partway there before she has to let it rest. "Badge clipped to..." Wait, had it been clipped to her lab coat or her uniform? If it was her lab coat, then it's off with whoever she wrapped the coat around and there's nothing they can do.

Spoilers: it's actually still on her chest. She just can't see it with the angle and how much focus it's taking just to see Robin.

"If you can find the badge... tap it once and say..." Who should he call for? Alyssa? No, there wouldn't be anything she could do. The transporter rooms... which one would do it, though? No, best bet would be one person. "Say 'Captain Picard.'"

There's no telling if the signal can get through, but there's no harm in trying. It might be their only chance.