The floor was slick with blood, making every step a potential slip. One hand was firmly pressing gauze into the heavily leaking wound, the other she used to wipe sweat from her face.

"NURSE! NURSE GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!" Her arms were shaking from exhaustion, her heart was beating in rhythm with her patients heart monitor. Her breath came out in a whoosh at the sight of her assistant. "HURRY UP AND GRAB THAT CLAMP! Help me close this wound!"

His beady eyes shone with fear when she barked orders at him, but he did as he was told.

They managed to close the wound, and the patient stabilized. She sat down on an old barrel and let her body relax. A small sound made her look back at her nurse as he sniffled and sobbed "I'm sorry Mistress, I just left for a moment…" His hurt expression made her feel a deep sense of guilt.

"I told you I don't like being called that. Just call me Missy." He looked up when she patted him lightly on the head "I know you're trying very hard. I don't mean to snap at you." He may slip up every now and then, but he was learning…quite fast actually. He certainly did better than she thought he would…for a grunt.

Missy let Nurse finish dressing the wound and decided to check on her other patients.

Her medic station looked like an abandoned, disheveled bunker from the outside, but underneath was a long system of tunnels and rooms. It was dark and damp, and its stability was questionale...but she had come to love it. It even came with equipment, ok old equipment but she had made use of it. In a way she felt the older tech made her work more flexible.

She frowned when yet another light went out in the long narrow hallway. She reflected on all the supplies she was going to need to scrounge for again. So far she had only a small supply of rations, and even less blood. Blood was easier for her to get though. The dwindling rations and chemicals made it impossible to sleep well at night.

She pushed these thoughts from her head as she came to her patient's "room". A small cubicle in the hallway marked with a number "3".

"Ah! Good to see you awake." The jackel stared at her blankly. It's not like he understood her, she didnt speak jackel. Missy took a look at his heart monitor and began cutting away the cast that denied him his lower body movement. She didnt even flinch when he tried to kick her.

The chains rattled while he struggled against his restraint. She smiled evily. Its times like this she is glad they can't understand her "That's right bastard. You're chained up. Now be greatful I saved your ungrateful ass."

Nurse poked his head in. "You called me Mistress?" The jackel hissed under his breath, but Nurse paid him no mind. Ok. Funs over.

As she spoke she made sure to keep direct eye contact with her jackel patient "You were wounded severely in battle. I have taken you into my medical facility and have treated your wounds as best I can. As soon as you get back to your camp please seek a trained medical practitioner for your species." Her Nurse translated her words into the strange hissing/clacking language of the jackels.

She felt a small bud of pride for the little guy, despite him being an alien. He could pick up languages like she could pick up a scalpel. "I have given you my own cache of supplies and medicines. I saved your life. I ask that you keep this facility a secret and ask for your utmost cooperation." The jackel eyed her curiously as she took out a needle.

"I will sedate you and put you in a safe location, close to your allies, so that you can easily reach them without harm." Her patient screeched, but his restraints held him down as she plunged the needle into his arm. She watched as the cocktail sedative she created worked into his system. The effect was almost instantaneous.

Nurse made a happy grunt and watched in admiration "Your sedatives are improving Mistress!" Sometimes he could really be a little kiss-ass. She smiled. She didn't entirely hate that though.