Iskierka had only just confirmed Codex's words when she received another message. [b/]"It's Johann. If you stop by the Medical Wing, please can you obtain a few bottles of the E-17 pills. It is rather urge - It is rather urgent, so speed would be appreciated."[/b] Johann said, interrupted by a slight grunt of pain.
"I'm headed that way now. I'll grab all the bottles I can find and meet you in the Mess." she replied, altering her course slightly to take her toward the medical bay. Accessing her ship map, she crawled and slid down several decks through the network of maintenance tubing. she shuddered to think of how impossible the system would be to navigate without a map.
Eventually, she reached a lab on H-deck, similar to the room she had awoken in not long ago. The room was enormous, filled with enough beds to house all the victims the Aurora had expected to find. The bodies of several medical staff lay strewn about on the floor; they never had a chance. The lab was filled with massive medical equipment and endless jars of medical supplies, all labeled with incomprehensible names. After a few seconds looking at the materials, she found a case marked "E-17". she grabbed the jar of pills and put it aside. Iskierka activated her comm-link and sent off a message to Johann. "[b/]Johann[/b], I found the pills, I'll be back up the the Mess as soon as I investigate a life sign Codex picked up."
The medical supplies obtained, she started to search the room for the one living being still supposedly here, keeping an eye out for any medical supplies that might come in hand. Ignoring the obviously dead, she slowly started making her way around, checking the pulse of everyone who could be alive. Along the way, she found some more advanced supplies to supplement her first aid kit which she added for future need. She also took an access card from one of the medical officers in the event it was needed later.
After some time, she sensed the last still living person. She heard him before she saw him. The man lay between several of the hospital mattresses; likely the only reason he survived. He was dressed in a white smock with an undershirt and matching pants. The man had ruffled curly brown hair upon his head, stained with blood from a long gash on his forehead. A badge on his chest read "Phillip Day, British, Level 2 Cook C"
After finding him, Iskierka grabbed the nearest piles of bandages, adhesives, pain killer she could find. She carefully moved the man so he was on his back, his neck resting on a nearby pillow. After checking the medical database to ensure he was not allergic to that particular pain med, she placed a pair of them on his tongue and washed them down with a swig from a nearby water bottle, all while keeping his head steady in case he had more serious internal injuries. She then proceeded to bandage up the head wound.
About halfway through the process, Phillip started to awaken, moaning groggily, his eyes fluttering to life. "[b/]Mr. Day[/b], you have taken an injury to your head. I am trying to bandage you, but I need you to please hold still." she said, looking him in the eyes to keep his attention.
