Amongst the general workers of Centre Neptune, it's commonly thought that there is one medical section, and various first aid stations. Down amongst the high security levels, however, there is another, with only five beds, but the greatest collection of medical and specialist equipment on the planet.
Or any other planet, come to think of it.
The G-Force medical sector is manned by five nurses and two doctors per eight-hour shift as standard. If the team was injured, however, the doctor count was boosted to one per injured member, and as many nurses drafted as were needed.
Which was why, when Tiny Harper wandered in with a blanket wrapped form over his shoulder; the well-trained staff directed him to his diagnostic bed. Tiny, however, shrugged them off and instead headed over to Jason's, dropping the blanket on the bed and unwrapping it to reveal a very battered - and very unconscious - Condor. There was a pause of at least a half minute as the staff just looked from Jason, to a battered looking Tiny, to Jason again, finally moving into action when Jason stirred and groaned.
Tiny allowed his self to be led to his bed and checked over. Carefully removing his shirt, an almost perfect boot mark that appeared to match Jason's size was revealed over his chest and ribs. The Doctor raised an impressed eyebrow.
'Think you might be winning the bruise of the week contest there, Mr. Harper...' He ran his hands over the rest of Tiny's torso, checking for broken bones or sore points. The Doctor jerked his head towards Jason's form.
'What happened to him?'
'He met my fist.'
The Doctor winced slightly. He knew just how strong Tiny was, having done a few physicals on him - on top form, he could bench-press almost half a ton. Tiny's fat wasn't fat at all, but incredibly developed muscle. The downside to this was that physical exertion tended to take a lot out of him, which was why he needed to eat so much and to sleep so often.
'And why, exactly, did he meet your fist?' Condor's gonna be pissed when he finds out his nose has been broken," - again, he mentally added, pleased his shift would be over in a half hour.
'He was being disrespectful of Princess.'
Rolling his eyes in a 'god-save-us-from-knights-in-shining-armour' look, the doctor threw his stethoscope onto the bedside table and sat in a chair, arms folded and legs crossed.
'Spill it, Harper, before I get Anderson down here and you can tell him.'
Tiny deflated slightly and looked almost sheepish.
'We-ell... it started when he met me in the obs room...'