"What the fuck," is the only thing running through Aulay's mind as he watches Swansea basically drag a protesting you into the medbay, a huge gash along your side, blood still pouring out. They could fix that up with little to no problem, being quick and fine with blood, but the fact that Swansea is dragging you along, with you yelling things along the lines of 'I'm fine! I can handle it!'...Aulay knew damn well that you were NOT fine and could NOT handle it without he or his mentor, Anya's help, though she was off elsewhere. So, it truly did puzzle them on why you were so adamant on being okay.

"Here, just, put them there.."

They awkwardly gestured to the empty, stiff white bed by the sunset-like screen, watching as Swansea forced you to sit on it, holding you tightly by the arms. He leaned in, presumably scolding/lecturing you for something that Aulay couldn't hear, pointing a finger in your face before letting go and crossing his arms over his chest with a scoff. Aulay waited a moment to be sure you wouldn't struggle before glancing over to the man.

"Uh, thank you, sir."

They spoke to Swansea, a little nervous as they watched him nod and turn away to the door. He sighed and looked to you, the look on their face screaming two things. What did you do, and I do not want to be here. Aulay remained silent, maybe out of irritation as you knew they had temper issues.

He moved to the cabinets near the boarded up vent, not daring to bat an eye at it out of respect for Swansea's wishes to stay the hell away from it a few months back as they began rooting through the cabinets for the nessecary tools to fix you up. The sounds of shuffling was the only thing that could be heard in the room, along with the distance footsteps indicating Swansea's leave.