"You arrived on this vessel severely damaged and in need of immediate medical attention," replied a nearby voice.
Seven emerged from behind the workstation where she had been monitoring his vitals, passing through the force field erected around his bio bed with a visible burst of static, the field's cohesion momentarily disrupted by the frequency of her own shield harmonics. It was in place for the comfort of others, not her own. She did not share their fear or desire to condemn him, but she also understood that making those around her feel more at ease would allow her to continue working on his battered suit with fewer interruptions.
"Your vitals have been stabilized for the time being, and I have repaired your breathing apparatus. Additional maintenance is required. I do not recommend attempting to leave sickbay until repairs have been completed."