#Hospital – May 3, 2015

Damien lays in bed, presumably with his stump covered. His stubble has thickened into a beard and bags mark his eyes. Sleep has been rather elusive since leaving the compound.

Halisi is heading down the corridor with a datapad in hand. Her hair is a bit untidy but otherwise she has managed to remain impressively presentable despite having been working almost nonstop since the return to Freedom Falls. She stops once outside the patient room Damien is in, and after a moment of consideration she enters. Heading towards him and dragging over a plastic chair to take

Damien looks at Halisi, giving her a tired smile. "Hey doc," he says.

Halisi sinks into the chair with a sigh - perhaps more tired than her appearance lets on. She returns the smile and straightens her doctor's coat. "Mr. Monroe. How's the lung? Pain is going to stick around for a while... but hopefully you're breathing okay now."

Damien chuckles with the slightest flinch. "I feel better than I did a week ago," he admits. "And call me Damien for Christ's sakes," he adds with a heartier chuckle.

Halisi smirks faintly, and then glances at her datapad before responding. "Damien it is. I'm not really on a first name basis with a lot of people at the Agency. I just patch you up. Not exactly... a mercenary."

Damien snorts. "Yeah, lucky you," he says. "I spent years as a Sun and only got one serious injury. Been with Redrock barely and then this," he grunts, gesturing to his stump.

Halisi looks thoughtfully at Damien's stump. "It was a good cause. Putting a stop to what those people were doing. I-... Redrock saved me. From a mining facility overrun with those... things. I know how dangerous they are. Too well."

Damien sighs, leaning back into the pillow. "I was paid for a job and I did it. But those things did need to be stopped, I admit. But we didn't kill all of them.'

Damien shrugs his shoulders slightly. "Possibly," he mutters. "Anyway, when do I get a replacement, doc?"

Halisi 's mind seems to be wondering when Damien asks about the arm. She snaps back to it. "Your arm. Right. You were talking about a cybernetic replacement. Is that still the route you want to take? It will be quicker than growing an organic replacement to be sure, but not everyone is comfortable with a mechanical limb, and it is irreversible."

Damien nods. "I'm sure," he says with a smile.

Halisi nods a few times in return as she considers. "It's still going to take a while to have it shipped - no manufacturers on Aite that I'm aware of. And, well... I still need to hear from Redrock about paying for it."

Damien grunts. "They better," he says hotly. "They're responsible for it. Speaking of, where's Jason staying in the hospital?"

Halisi looks rather annoyed. "He barely let me patch him up before leaving. If it was up to me he'd still be restricted to a bed, but I'm too busy to go tracking him down and bringing him back. I-... I understand the loss of the Chief hit him hard, but he really should get proper rest and observation."

Halisi sighs. "Yes, you... are not wrong. Sometimes I wish we had a psychologist here, but... you don't find a lot of those on a world like this. All I can do is patch up the body." She studies Damien for a moment. "How... are you doing? You were down there. What... happened?"

Damien cringes and looks down at the covers of his bed. "I'm not too great..." He admits. "I like to think nothing scares me but... God. Those things... And that asari...

Halisi leans forward a bit, listening intently. "What was down there? The others... have been reluctant to talk. What happened?"

Damien looks uncomfortable, scratching his beard slowly. "An orb. It transformed an asari, the facility's boss I think, into... I don't even know," he explains. "But she... It was transforming the cultists, warping them into those things. She wiped the floor with us...".

Damien rubs his eyes, sighing. "We were mauled...".

Halisi reaches out and gently puts a hand on Damien's arm. Silver-gray eyes study him with a frown. "You made it out. You're safe now."

Damien smiles faintly, looking up at Halisi. "I tried killing myself," he admits. "During the escape... I... Just couldn't...".

Damien sighs. "Yeah... Yeah," he mumbles. "How're you coping?"

Halisi blinks, withdrawing her hand as she tries to answer. "Me? I-... back on Ogofau... that damn asteroid... I watched a lot of friends die. I guess I got used to it. I just try to focus on my job now. It's best that way."

Damien fidgets in his bed, adjusting his pillow. "Did you ever talk about it?"

Halisi smirks faintly, if insincerely. "I have better things to do with my time. Like keeping you people alive. Despite your best efforts."

Damien chuckles faintly. "Well, you're doing alright in that regard," he says.

Damien looks saddened, canting his head faintly to the side. "How's she doing? Will she be able to walk again?'

Halisi goes silent, taking a while before responding. "It's... not looking good."

Damien sighs and looks to the foot of his bed. "Dammit," he mutters. "I thought there was tech that could fix this?"

Halisi shakes her head. "No... it's looking like she'll be wheelchair-bound. I can't imagine what that must be like for a practicer of martial arts like her."

Damien cringes. "Shit. I... Take it you've made her aware of this?"

Damien hums. "Might have to start looking for another job," he says. Whether he is joking or not, is unclear.

Halisi sighs. "I don't think it's just that bad yet. Then again, I have my job here at the hospital to fall back on. Let's just hope it works out."

Damien nods. "We'll see. If you don't mind, doc, I'm going to try and sleep again. Maybe it'll be different this time... Thanks for dropping by."

Halisi stands up with a nod. "Of course. I should get back to work." She offers a brief smile before turning to leave, typing on her datapad as she goes.

Damien nods and settles down, most likely for another restless sleep.