"Ah shi... I'm late! Leader will be angry if get any more late!" Calla quickly rummages her baggage for her uniform and quickly dressed. Being a newcomer, on a boat and a new place left her internal clock haywire and useless. "Gotta get used on the time." She said to her self as she Grabbed her other luggage filled with Medical Supplies and a set of emergency Prosthetics. "Hopefully Leader won't be too angry at me..."
Not caring about whether he heard or not of her, idle talk was meaningless. Nonetheless, a warning-- or advice-- should be voiced out. "It could be the case. You could as well die. Thirty-seventy... would you like to bet?" Certainly, the Technician was not serious when he asked this question. "But with a treatment, you would reduce the risk of dying to nothing-- if treated in time." Although, whether she wants it or not, she will get cured by a doctor. Quickly getting out his communication device, and turning the second gear, Wynn decided to call Medic Crew. "Here's Wynn, could you send two of your members?" Keeping his message short and asking for two in case there are more injured people, he decided that he will explain the condition of the injured when they arrive to save up on his mana in case somethign happens. "That should be fine, we are supposed to be waiting for the away team to come to pick them up once we have patched them up." A sigh escaped his mouth as he looked at the unconscious people around.
"A bet? It. Is. On." Feenja smugly looks up at Wynn before proudly boasting: "I'll have you know, there has yet to be an injury I didn't recover from!"
"Sounds like the best plan there is." Not like Ali would go through the alternative of tediously walking all the way to her destination. "...." Ali put two fingers on the woman's head checking for a fever.
"Understood Sir. Sheela, grab the Newbie, she should be awake by now. You two are going to Sir Wynn's location. Seems like some people survive the storm and got Beached. Teach her the ropes and be careful." Squad leader Den said to his assistant. "Yessir!" Sheela grabbed Calla and rode a boat towards the location. "Calla. Don't ask them if they want a Prosthetic Replacement. Do that on the main Clinic or Hospital." She warned her not to get too obsessed on her hobbies for a change. "Yes ma'am."
"Would you like me to give that injury you won't recover from then?" While this sentence left his mouth without consent, he thought that this was a bad idea to say such things to-- what was her name already? Feenja, right. "Just joking. In any case, that is our job to heal you, whether you want it or not. So please, do not be troublesome." With a face like his, it hardly looked like a joke. "That is perfect, it seems like that they are arriving." Phew. Relieved that he would not have to deal with her anymore, he thought about checking out the condition of the unconscious people. It would at the very least quicken the job. "Indeed... as for now, Miss Ali. While I will be checking on the others. Could you please tell my colleagues the condition of Finja?... Feenja." After correcting himself, he quickly told her the condition of the foolish girl. "It seems like she is injured around the stomach, on the left side when you're in front of her. Probably internal as there is no blood on the surface."
"Hm? Is there something on my face?" "Hey, I said I'm fine!" comes Feenja's protest as she angrily stomps on the ground once with a surprising amount of force - before crumpling together from the pain of her injury. "Nnnngh-! Okay, fine. I yield - you've won. Take me to the doctor, but don't think this is the last you've seen of me, Wynn!"
"Apologies for being Late Sir Wynn." Sheela said as she disembark her boat along with Calla. "Calla, examine those two." "Yes Ma'am!" "Hello! My name's Calla. Your name please?" Calla said as she Looks around for injuries and checked her temperature. "Minor fever... Semi-delirious... Scurvy? Blood at the back of her skull... Scratches... No broken bones... Hungry?"
Ali nodded as she thought that it was a reasonable statement though Ali was no healer so looked at the healer. "Do you have a fever?" "Greetings miss calla my name is Ali."
What a shame! She cried in pain and she changed her mind, if that is not perfect. Wynn could not have hoped better than this, he does not even need to convince her. "Say that once you're healed." "There are no issues. They do not seem to be in any urgency. Our duty is simply to reunite the survivors and to heal them if necessary." After shaking his head, it was time for him to work. Rubbing his hands and blowing air, his eyes wandered around the beach and began as he left some words-- "Good luck dealing with her." --and then, he walked nearby the fainted rescapees and began to check one by one which could be moved for a suitable retrieval and the ones that need healing before getting on the boat. How many were there? As far as his sight allowed him, for now, he could only see a bit less than a dozen of people. Out of them, it seems to be half-half. Half of them seem to have at the very least bruises, the others? Little to nothing. Is that an expected result of a shipwreck? Luck? Or-- --is that because he can not see all of them? Questions and research shall come after his current duty. For now, Wynn could do only what he planned so far.
"Nnnn..." Amaryllis fumbled about her raft lazily, still rather sleepy despite the fact that one of her hands had already flopped over the edge and landed on the water, creating a small splash. "...nnnn." Curling up in fetal position, she continued lying on the raft.
"Huh? Do I? How would I know? I just know that I'm feeling... well, I was feeling great, but now my stomach hurts... "Just you... wait..." With these words, Feenja - having overexerted herself - finally faints. OOC: I'll be heading off to sleep now. Have fun!
"Ah..." Ali looked as he fled the scene. Having nothing to do now Ali looked around "...a person?" Picking up her dress, she wadded over to the person and poked them.
Frowning, the girl pushed herself up to a sitting position, raising one hand to rub away the sleepiness in her eyes. Still tired, she let her gaze wander the surroundings slowly. *Blink* There was a yellow patch of land at the water's edge. *Blink* Someone was standing before her. *Blink*---!? Another two blinks later, Amaryllis screamed, loudly enough to wake the dead.
Ali dropped her dress and blocked her ears "miss please stop screaming." She asked as she stepped a foot or two away in case she was crazy.
Eventually the girl would do so, but she would also crawl to another corner of the small raft, placing some distance between herself and the stranger. "Stay...away..." She mumbled, clenching her hands into tiny fists.