[Dan comes back from talking to the driver and emphasizing, gently, the importance of keeping the ride as smooth as possible while they have a person with a spinal injury in the back. Dan's pretty sure that he's going to get at least a little zapped when they get back, because the manager cussed him out by name multiple times during the mission, all "Mr. Sagittarius, please stay focused, Mr. Sagittarius, follow the guidelines please, Mr. Daniel Sartoris this is your final warning to return to the objective-" until the voice became just so much white noise.
When the Jorg suits said the civilian wasn't covered by health insurance and couldn't be treated by Jorg doctors, Dan and one of his comrades (now off co-piloting the truck) grabbed medical kits and did what they could themselves. Dan's no doctor, but he's been the designated medic on enough teams that he knows enough to keep someone alive until someone more proficient can chip in. He takes a moment to breathe now; his uniform is coated in mud and sweat and splattered with different colors of blood, including a bit of his own.
He hasn't met the new guy, barely even got a chance to register his face before they were sent out to the field. He got the name, though - Aiden Price. When he comes back in he sees Mr. Price stooped over the civilian (a older gentleman named Gowan, who gave Dan that information in a slurry of rambling before exhaustion and pain took the words out of him) with a water bottle.
Dan speaks up as gently as his raspy croak of a voice allows.]
Hey, probably shouldn't be giving him water yet. I need to prop him up more so he don't choke. [He smiles at Aiden.] Do you prefer Aiden or Mr. Price?
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When the Jorg suits said the civilian wasn't covered by health insurance and couldn't be treated by Jorg doctors, Dan and one of his comrades (now off co-piloting the truck) grabbed medical kits and did what they could themselves. Dan's no doctor, but he's been the designated medic on enough teams that he knows enough to keep someone alive until someone more proficient can chip in. He takes a moment to breathe now; his uniform is coated in mud and sweat and splattered with different colors of blood, including a bit of his own.
He hasn't met the new guy, barely even got a chance to register his face before they were sent out to the field. He got the name, though - Aiden Price. When he comes back in he sees Mr. Price stooped over the civilian (a older gentleman named Gowan, who gave Dan that information in a slurry of rambling before exhaustion and pain took the words out of him) with a water bottle.
Dan speaks up as gently as his raspy croak of a voice allows.]
Hey, probably shouldn't be giving him water yet. I need to prop him up more so he don't choke. [He smiles at Aiden.] Do you prefer Aiden or Mr. Price?