"How is she doing, Andreia?"
Andreia removed her gloves and sighed, working the kinks out of her neck, as she gazed back at the body of Commander Shepard. "She's alive, but barely. Her leg bones are too broken to repair yet. I need someone better at mending bones. She lost a huge amount of blood, but I was able to replace them to some degree. Her other injuries, particularly that perforation on her abdomen… I was able to fix. But that burn on her face… it's going to take time to heal."
Antonio leaned on the wall, as Andreia collapsed to the chair beside him, putting her head in her hands. "I can't believe it… Commander Shepard… fell to Earth from the Citadel?"
"And survived." Andreia said, "If it weren't for that mask, her head would've exploded from the impact."
Antonio nodded, "What about her legs? We can't repair it?"
She shook her head, "No, I can't. I need someone else to do it." She sighed, "I wish Dr. Chakwas or Mr. Michel was here. They'd have an idea how to fix it."
"Can't you contact them?"
"Probably not." Andreia said, "Dr. Chakwas is in the Normandy, from what I've been told, and Dr. Michel is probably too busy with the casualties of the war." She shook her head as she gazed at the Commander, "She'll end up being confined to the wheelchair if I don't find someone."
"Then contact Dr. Michel." Antonio said, "From what I've heard a few years ago, she has a special spot for Shepard. She saved her, after all." He shrugged, "No harm in trying, Andreia."
Andreia sighed, rubbing her temples, "Alright. I'll try."