"We'll sort you out, son, don't worry." Carson assures, flipping out his Tricorder to assess the damage, the emergency medical kit being placed next to him by a nurse.

"In a flurry of light and blue orbs? Aye. But, don't worry, it's not the weirdest thing I've seen." He takes a Hypospray from the kit, loading it with a vial. "I'm just going to give you a wee something for the pain, then we'll get on fixing your abdomen, okay?"