"What do you think we should do?"
"Well, we cannot simply stand and look over him. He needs to be treated."
Two voices and a bright light was all he could identify in his current state. The world was spinning and a blinding sphere blurred his vision and kept him awake, for the time being.
"You do realise he got shot straight through the skull?"
"Yes, but there isn't any evidence of a wound."
"You're kidding?"
"I'm not one for jokes…"
He faded out.
"Things aren't looking good."
"Dammit, keep him alive Doc. He's valuable."
"Do you think it's easy trying to find out why this man, with a natural ability to heal himself, has suddenly started to die?"
"No."
"So let me do my job. His circulatory system is failing on itself."
"Well, transfuse him then?"
"I've tried! His body rejects the substances, they attack the foreign bodies. This man's immune system is eating away at itself."
"Can you at least patch him up?"
"Well…"
"We're losing him! Get me a pair of de-fibs! Call him! Hurry up, or we might have extra dead weight with us."
"What's going on Doctor?"
"About time! He's vital signs, they're fading! Quick, get the medi-gel and apply it to his chest!"
"What? Why?"
"Just do it! Unless you want some extra meat for the Mess"
"Okay, calm down. I'm on it!"
"Coursing through 1.21 Gigawatts! Clear! God-dammit, it's not working. Clear! Great-Scott it's not working!"
"Keep him in there Doc, come on!"
"I'm trying!"
"How much longer are you willing to keep him alive like this? Sooner or later, I won't be able to save him."
"I can't just let him die. He's as much a human as me."
"I don't think you can call someone like this 'human'."
"No you can't. But, even if it was a turian, salarian or asari in that bed. I wouldn't just watch them die!"
"Okay look calm down, and answer something for me. Why are you actually keeping him alive?"
"Because… No one deserves to die. Not even if they stood on the wrong side. At the end of the day, we're both still living beings - human or not."
"You think he'll appreciate that."
"He's a merc. I don't know what he appreciates…"
"How is he?"
"Fading again, I have to give him regular stim-packs to keep his heart pumping. He's hanging by a thread, bordering the lines between life and death. You realise that right?"
"I do… Anything new?"
"Not yet, not even sure he's going to get up."
"Can't you try something?"
"No… It's like being in a coma. He might be able to hear what's going on at some points, but in the end he's unable to awake. He's in deep unconsciousness and is going to inevitably either: die or get up. It's just about placing your bets on which one..."
"What? The monitor? Oh, bloody Hell! I have to get the stim-packs... They're not working. They're not working anymore! Oh God, we might lose him this time, oh no!"
"What's going on!"
"He's rejecting the stim-packs. I don't have anything else to stabilise his heart-rate."
"What about the de-fibs?"
"Too weak!"
"Wha? Impossible!"
"I'm sorry. But, I think we've lost him… Commander."
