Martha glanced around, knowing what she needed to do next. She started applying a local anesthetic, and waited a few moments before starting to dress the wound. It took her a few moments and she pressed hard on the wound for a moment, letting out a "Sorry," as she did.
When the Colonel made his suggestion, Martha shot him a glare. "There's nothing wrong with his brain. And if you're going to make his pressure spike, I'm going to have to ask you to leave," she snapped.
Letting go of the wound, Martha started rushing around pressing buttons on the tablet she'd been using to scan him. "Edward. One of my mates from medical school shared your name. Can't say I've ever heard of anyone called Fullmetal. Does it have anything to do with your prosthetics?" She was trying to get him talking with her. She knew that he wanted to sleep most likely. Which was why he couldn't not yet. Soon. "Do you know what your bloodtype is, Ed?" If he knew fantastic. If not she'd test.