An hour later, he stepped into the medical unit. Andy was on the bridge with Gail. They would be coming out of jump speed in another twenty minutes. The scanners were showing that there were two fighters following them.
“How is she?” he asked Bailey as he stepped into the room and nodded toward the surgical table.
Bailey glanced up from studying Mirela’s chart. “Stable,” she replied. “A fragment clipped her aorta. Her clavicle and shoulder blade were shattered, and she had fragments of metal in her left arm, side, and leg. All in all, she’s lucky to be alive. This machine has dissolved the bone fragments and is recreating bones from a synthetic material as well as mending the surrounding damaged tissue. It is un-f*****g-believable! I wish we had this in the ER at Chicago General.”
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