"I'm coming with you tomorrow," Omega tells Oquirrh, unable to keep all the anger out of his voice. "We'll call Jersey and your whole team, invade the office. But," he looks up at Lou, giving her the lizard stare behind his helmet, "I'm not abandoning my patient."

He looks back down at her shoulder, loosens the tourniquet a bit. Enough so he can use his helmet to visualize where the most blood is, where to cauterize and suture first. "You tell me if the feeling starts to come back, princess. You're doing great." She's holding still, at least, which is the only thing she can control.