"You're going to be fine," Omega promises, flushing the debris out of her shoulder. "How do you feel about hospitals?" He thinks she'll be okay without one -he has dissolving stitches and the knife was sharp, with the magnifier on his helmet he can see easily. But he's still in training and she should at least have the option.

"Lou, can you come over here? I need your help." What amounts to surgery on a couch after being (briefly) tortured? She needs someone holding her hand. "How's the slice coming along?"

After they're done, he'll check for deficits -she's in no shape now. And if Oquirrh's lost any range of motion, any motor control, he's insisting on that hospital.