[i]Wolfe followed her in, Wilson closing the cargo ramp as he entered. Jackson grabbed hold of the railing inside as the aircraft lifted off, and headed away from the carrier. Wilson punched it, throttling up as he roared out over the ocean. After a few minutes, there was a powerful vibration throughout the body of the aircraft, and in moments, they were back over the Dojo, the gunship screaming over the gates. The occupants could feel the altitude dropping as Wilson moved in to land, a thump resonating throughout the Vertibird as it touched down, rotors powering down. The ramp opened smoothly, and waiting by the canopy Wilson had set up upon his arrival some time ago, stood a woman in her combat gear, a duffle bag over her shoulder, marked with the medical cross. Wolfe exited, and gestured for Riley to follow him. Wilson stood from the pilot's seat, and waited for his two passengers to exit.[/i]

"Friend of yours?" [i] Riley asks Wolfe, glancing at the woman as she walked down the ramp of the vehicle, nodding to Wilson.[/i] "Thanks Wilson."

"Not initially. She's more or less indebted to myself and Clarkson for saving her from Wilson. I'll explain that later. Let's worry about the fact that you're banged up pretty seriously." [i]He gestured for her to sit on the table. The woman began pulling out plenty of medical tools and supplies, clearly she was a professional.[/i] "Next time, just let me blow the f*ckin' boat up." [i]Wilson said, looking at Riley.[/i]

"I'll take you up on that next time Wilson. Save me a lot of time." [i] She says with a smile, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand, the corner bleeding.[/i] "But we got it done." [i] She says, looking at Jackson with a grin. Nevermind she'd need a dozen bandages and her fingers splinter, she was never more alive than in a fight. [/i]

[i]Wolfe took his helmet off, clipping it to his gun belt. He ran a hand through his hair, sighing and smiling back.[/i] "Next time, we're going back to my place." "HE WANTS THE V!" [i]Wilson shouted. The other woman smiled, finding it funny. Wolfe looked back to Wilson, his face expressionless, and he let out another sigh, clearly agitated. [/i] "Madame, we need to check your ribs and set your fingers. Would you prefer a dose of painkiller?" [i]The woman asked politely.[/i] "OH SHIT GET SMURFETTE HIGH ON MORPHINE!" "Wilson, you're not a trained medical professional." "Look, Wolfie, I'm tellin' ya, all she needs is some morphine, me to pull her fingers back out straight, and a good nap. She'll be fiiiiine."

"No, I really don't.." [i] She started, but then shook her head. After all the shit she'd been through, she could use something[/i] "Yeah, painkiller would be great."

[i]She pulled out a syringe, and tapped the needle to be sure that there were no bubbles in the compound.[/i] "If you aren't fond of needles, please look the other way. It is simply morphine, but you will be out of it for a little while. However, you will not feel the pain." [i]She said.[/i]

"Not fond of needles?" [i] Riley scoffed, looking at the cuts everywhere on her body.[/i] "Just inject the damn drug."

"I just figured it would be best to ask, Madame Daltry. You would not believe how many soldiers do not like needles." [i]She injected the drug into Riley's shoulder, the arm with the broken fingers. She took her own gauntlet off, and set about working to get the splints ready. It took her a few minutes, and by then, the morphine had kicked in. Riley could no longer feel pain, rather a euphoric high. As Rose came back around, she began to move Riley's fingers back into their proper places, so that they could be set properly. As she realigned each one, she applied the splints and tightly secured them, going about it quickly and effectively. Before Riley released it, her hand had been splinted and wrapped, and now Rose was wrapping the rest of her body with bandages after cleaning the cuts. After handling the easier stuff, she did a quick scan of Riley's body, stopping and speaking to Wolfe.[/i] "Several fractured ribs, Monsieur Wolfe. There is not much I can do. She will need rest and time. Her fingers are set, and her cuts have been patched."

"Can we bring some of this stuff back?" [i] Riley said with a grin, putting her hands out to the sides to steady herself on the table. The pain had been excruciating, but now..she was good.[/i] "Thanks whatever your name is." [i] She says quietly.[/i]