He groans, but she's calling out to him and her voice sounds urgent, urgent enough for his worry to carry him back to consciousness.
Also...something's wrong. The skin of his chest feels like it's burned and the burning feeling is spreading through his chest. After she patches his suit, it's not as bad as it was, but something feels...wrong, like there are prickles shooting through his body, only now just fading as the transuit regains integrity. And his head is killing him. It could just be a concussion but it feels like something else is compounding it.
By the time he sits up, he's sweating, his face pale. The skin that's visible through his torn uniform, the skin closest to the transuit rip and the patch, is a nasty shade of red. Not all of it is red from the bloody scratch, some of it is an obvious radiation burn.
He could panic over how many rads he took, and it does take him a moment to collect himself, but then something explodes in the control room not far from them, and he tries to move past it, just like that.
"The core. Probably still overloading. We have to -- to --"
He goes paler and leans over, retching and throwing up. The transuits are, fortunately, programmed and constructed well. Air is kept in, contaminants are kept out, bodily fluids like blood and vomit are expelled. He spits.
"Concussion can do that. Yep. Concussion can totally do that. Let's go with that for right now." For now, it doesn't matter. He's injured, he'll work past it. "The core. How do we shut down the core?"
With that, he tries to stand, so he can do all he can to help. He's too dizzy to do it on his own, or to use his teke for it, or to even focus on using his flight ring to help him.
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Also...something's wrong. The skin of his chest feels like it's burned and the burning feeling is spreading through his chest. After she patches his suit, it's not as bad as it was, but something feels...wrong, like there are prickles shooting through his body, only now just fading as the transuit regains integrity. And his head is killing him. It could just be a concussion but it feels like something else is compounding it.
By the time he sits up, he's sweating, his face pale. The skin that's visible through his torn uniform, the skin closest to the transuit rip and the patch, is a nasty shade of red. Not all of it is red from the bloody scratch, some of it is an obvious radiation burn.
He could panic over how many rads he took, and it does take him a moment to collect himself, but then something explodes in the control room not far from them, and he tries to move past it, just like that.
"The core. Probably still overloading. We have to -- to --"
He goes paler and leans over, retching and throwing up. The transuits are, fortunately, programmed and constructed well. Air is kept in, contaminants are kept out, bodily fluids like blood and vomit are expelled. He spits.
"Concussion can do that. Yep. Concussion can totally do that. Let's go with that for right now." For now, it doesn't matter. He's injured, he'll work past it. "The core. How do we shut down the core?"
With that, he tries to stand, so he can do all he can to help. He's too dizzy to do it on his own, or to use his teke for it, or to even focus on using his flight ring to help him.