"Says the man who has died?" She winced as the wound was treated. Yes, she was a doctor, yes she told her patients not to do exactly what she was doing now, but it hurt. And doctors never made the best patients anyway... She would admit that it wasn't a bad wound, but still it hurt. A lot. Then again ,it was preferable to being shot.
She held her arm out to give him better access to the wound for bandaging. But as he asked the question, Martha's shoulders fell. "An alien species just used me in order to hurt my friends," she said flatly. "Again, Jack." she sighed. "More importantly she took over my life. It wasn't just a day like last time. It was my life..." she paused. "I'm not sure how I'm doing." She seemed uncomfortable. Not in her own skin, but here. In this place. Leading to the question of what was next. She was strong, but even the strong were allowed a moment of weakness. Over the last few months, Vampires, now skrulls? Just a normal day. But it took its toll. Could she stay here?