"Good. Try to stay awake. We're going to get you to the medbay soon and then you can rest." Cuddy promised, glad that he was coherent enough to understand her words. There was a temptation to add that she would make him feel better but that would have to wait until she had made a proper diagnosis.
Cuddy glanced over at Bucky. "Did you see any blood in the vomit?" She asked and looked back to Hamilton, noting the way he held his head. "Your head hurts? Where else do you have pain? Your chest? Your stomach?"