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Marcus had wanted top just say hi to Ami, see how she was doing, then leave her alone. But, things never really went the way he planned for them. Stepping into the infirmary, the sigil on his coat had him shoved into a temporary nurse position while the one who was supposed to be on shift dealt with something that was 'the end product of life's s**t'.

His job was simple. Go in, check the patients, make sure they had what they needed and to look busy. The last part he could do, as he wasn't sure he could do much else with his very limited medical training.

So when given the task to go check on the trainees, Marcus held the clipboard with unsteady hands. He'd wanted to see them, but not as 'staff'. STill a knock on the door, he waited, then entered. No one screamed they were naked after all.

Looking to the beds. "Hey Ami. Surprised to see you're awake. Feeling okay?"

"From the medical record, said you've spent most of you time sleeping. A nice change from your workaholic self." He smiled, finding the irony funny.

"And so long as I don't yell, they should be fine. The drugs they're giving you guys is pretty heavy. Also lacking in anything that might trigger dreams. A small blessing from what I gather." Sitting himself don in one of the chairs, he flipped through a few pages. "Says your healing is going pretty smoothy, they don't think you'll have many scars, if any at all. Another small blessing huh? You get to stay blemish free." Leaning on the chair he sighed. "So, just have got to check your fluids, vitals, and see if you guys need anything." He paused. "Anything that isn't work related mind. Could bring you a book, pillows, blankets, not sure if I'd get yelled at for smuggling cookies in though."

In his defense?

You were a workaholic Ami and he worried that you worked yourself too hard.

Medical reports were sometimes optimistic, and almost all of those taken were considered 'lucky' with how much had happened to them. Nearly clean bills of health. Nearly. Their bodies could be put back together, but it was hard to say as far as their minds were concerned.

He smiled a bit, this time weaker. "A lot of the other trainees were worried. They're calling the mission a rescue but..." He sighed. "Need to just check blood pressure, heart rate, breathing, that wort of thing. Just be glad I don't have to run blood tests. Still not trained for that quite yet." Plus he wasn't comfortable poking people with the intent to draw blood. Something about it made him think it would be a fun thing to do. That something he guessed, being Dis's influence.

"But, you're not in a coma. That would have most of the people here ready to heal you up and put you in a pod." Realizing he was going into the negative he got up moving to grab the equipment. "Sorry, It's been just a bit..mentally hectic you know?"

Weapons were broken all over the place, in more ways than one these days. Looking up at Ami from the supplies he smiled. "Better than being mentally damaged. Which... Is a valid worry for us I guess." After all, the ones taken could very well have gone insane.

Even if Marcus was sure some people were insane to start with.

Wrapping the band around her arm, the pump was squeezed until tight, the thrum of blood easy to feel at her wrist. "Normal, if slightly higher than what's considered base." He shrugged as he worked to remove the band. Simple and painless. "How you holding up though. Mentally I mean. We only saw a cracked out show thing. No idea what you guys saw and well," a look of concern, "You guys aren't saying much."

He made a light buzzing sound between his teeth. "Lies are unbecoming of you. And that-" he looked to the machine taking down the numbers. "-is a pretty bad one Ami. You guys were out of it when we arrived. Completely zoned to the bones. I mean, you have to say anything but just.. don't feel like you have to hide it okay?" Moving on he poked her shoulder. "Also move, I've got to look at your back."

He was trying to be nice but- "People were worried about you. Still are. I mean, I know I am at least."

"Slowly. No need to strain yourself Ami." Too little too late. He looked around, finding a fresh set of bandages. Pealing back some of the bandages he winced. Healing flesh was never pretty, and Ami was healing... but fresh skin was raw, her back looking like a mess. No scars- was a joke in his opinion. Even with their healing she'd be lucky to avoid some of the thicker scars.

He peeled the rest away, remembering what had been told to him. Clean, add ointment, redress. "Sorry, some reopened, so it's going to have to be redressed. I can do it, but I take it you'd prefer a female nurse?" He made it a question. Redressing the would was easy in itself, but personal space.

She wasn't opening up, but then what did he expect? "I'm sorry you had to go through what you did." He didn't know, he doubt he ever would. "Don't be sorry about what happened Ami. You survived, and that's more than we could have hoped for."

Well, no protest wasn't something he was going to protest. Peeling off the remaining bandages he winced at the raw healing skin. Not fun. He went to get the cleaning materials giving her the only warning of. "Going to hurt." The cleaning her tried to be as gentle yet as fast as he could. The less pain inflicted the better.

He frowned, seeing her face, hearing that she wished she hadn't survived. "Well, I'm glad you lived even if you aren't. Maybe that's selfish of me, but friends dying isn't on the top of my list of wants." He would mourn, but he wasn't going to focus. He couldn't. And that hurt in it's own way.

"Whatever is wrong Ami, you know I'm not going say anything and I'll just worry." He began to dab the ointment on her back. "You can ask for help okay. That's what I'm hear for, even if I'm not the last minute nurse."