Yea I can make it on my own. *I make my way through the doors and down a narrow hallway with flickering lights* [i]Ha! Wouldn't be a zombie apocalypse in space without flickering lights as I'm wounded...[/i] *The surgery room's blast doors open revealing a load of complicated medical equipment and a surgical table in the middle which I walk over and lay on* Med-assist, activate! Assess damage and repair. *a robotic voice sounds* [b]SCANNING... DAMAGE ASSESSMENT- ARM BREAK IN THE LOWER FOREARM, RIBS C11 AND S12 SPLINTERED... ETA FIX 7 MINUTES... PLEASE LIE STILL...[/b] *straps clasp around my arms and legs while a clamp holds my head in place before a syringe is stabbed into my arm, an aesthetic. After moving my rig armor and suit out of the way the machine begins to cut my arm and gut open, peeling back the skin and revealing the damaged bone.* *radio* I hope you don't let anything through that door man, I'm completely defenseless in here! *The feel of being pinched becomes overwhelming in my arm as a precision tool fuses the broken half of the bone together. The same is being done to my ribs but I don't feel it at all*