Hospital. Well, sort of.

[det_benson]

*leads Nikki into the Garage*

Doctor Lockhart?

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[subtle_art]

::Looks up from overworking the TV remote control::

Olivia - ?

::gets a look at Nikki::

Shit! ::goes for the first-aid kit::

[det_benson]

*acknowledges Rob gratefully* Can you get... Abby, too? Please?

[subtle_art]

::Helps get Nikki into a chair, hands Liv the first aid kit::

You got it ...

::Heads upstairs and hammers on Abby's door::

Abs! We need a medic!

[dr_nikki]

*finds herself sitting in a chair, unable to clearly remember the journey from... wherever she had been... to wherever she was now...*

*her speech is a bit drawn out* What's happening...? *glances around, trying to think and see past the blinding headache* Where are we?

[subtle_art]

::Stays out of the way, but nearby in case he's needed::

[miss_lockhart]

*comes over**whispers* Are any of the AIs around? I could really use one of their scanners. I have a feeling the detective brought her here and not to a real hospital for a reason, but I need a look at her head.

[subtle_art]

Uhhh ... Zephyr's in the garage, but he's in a worse state than she is. I don't know he could handle it.

There's ... Um ... I dunno ...

[miss_lockhart]

No, he's... no good for it.

*hands over her face* I could get Aly to ask KARR over, maybe... I don't know how many people should know about this... Can Rush do anything?

[its_medicinal]

::Taps on the sliding doors a few minutes later::

[det_benson]

*sees everyone else is busy**opens the door a crack*

Yes?

[its_medicinal]

::Raised eyebrow::

Someone sent for medical help?

[miss_lockhart]

*glances over*

Ah, that's where Rob went. He's OK, detective.

*watches as Liv steps aside*

[its_medicinal]

::Materialises in the medical bay of the Archangel - immediately takes Nikki to a padded table and lays her down::

Arc, I need a full scan. Vitals, brain wave patterns, body chemistry. Report any serious discrepancies from baseline immediately.

::Steps back, takes off his jacket and slips on a white smock - hands one to Abby, a little sheepishly::

I'm afraid you will need to roll the sleeves up, Miss Lockhart.

[miss_lockhart]

*nods* It's OK, I'm used to it... *rolls sleeves*

[dr_nikki]

*finds herself looking up at another ceiling*

*delayed* What's happening...?

[its_medicinal]

::Soothing 'professional' voice - which rumbles::

Just relax, Miss. We're going to take some proper scans and then we'll see what we can do to fix you up.