"Leave it!" Parker shouted. He leant back and sat upright on the bed he had been waiting on. "My arm's fucked, not my body," he snapped back. A pulse hit the roof and burst through, striking two of the beds occupied by wounded soldiers. Taylor leapt for cover as it landed, and fragments of the pulse burst across the room. They punched through the divider the other side of him, and he reached for his helmet with his good arm. "I need two seconds with a doc, and I'll be back in action. Find me one!" he ordered. Parker nodded in agreement and rushed off in search of one. They both knew he needed to be in the fight, and a few seconds later she reappeared, hauling a doctor by the collar of his coat while he protested. "Please, there are people who need my help," he whimpered. She shoved him towards Taylor and let go. "Get the Colonel back in this fight, or these patients may not live long enough for any of your work to matter." The doctor looked back and began to hesitate but was interrupted by Taylor's rather unsubtle cough to get his attention.
