Martha didn't immediately answered Jack when he asked what was wrong with Mickey. She was busy finding his pulse and counting his heartbeats before exhaling lightly. The heartbeat was regular and strong. That was a good signal. At least for the moment. She stood up and looked around until she found what se was looking for. It was lucky they were in the infirmary, everything she could need was in hand. She picked up the little penlight and crouching once again besides Mickey, used it to check Mickey's pupils. She frowned at the rapid movements they performed.
"It looks like he's in some kind of R.E.M state, like dreaming"