The moment Martha had finished her reply, she'd made her way from the Barracks to the medical bay. She'd had her introduction to where things were a few days earlier and was happy to say that most things inside were at least recognizable. There were some facinating pieces of equipment that she'd have to learn to work with later. But that would wait.
Arriving at the medbay, she was greeted with the sight of a man in a blue uniform - clearly military - speaking with a blond teenager. At least she thought it was a teenager. But Martha didn't have time to focus on his age. Her eyes were drawn to the blood that covered himself and his clothes, his arm... Without announcing her presence, Martha grabbed a scanner from a shelf and pressed a few buttons. She needed a baseline for the new arrival.
"He's right," she said, taking a few steps forward and starting the scan. "Stay still. The more you move the dizzier you'll be. Focus on one spot and keep looking in that direction."
This didn't look good. He was going to need a transfusion. But it should be easy enough to replicate the blood needed... Of course there was most likely another way to do this than direct transfusion but right now stabilizing him was the most important thing. This kid. he'd been through hell... He was lucky he wasn't passed out.