INT. ENTERPRISE/SICKBAY

Piper and Ruan enter the sickbay, Mitchell’s limp form held between them. Already in wait for them is a contingent of nurses.

PIPER: Help us get his armour off.

Moving in, the nurses assist Piper and Ruan with the removal of Mitchell’s body armour. Once that is done, they carry him over to a biobed, laying him down on it. One of the nurses takes up a pair of scissors and cuts open the front of the major’s black bodysuit; pushing it aside, the nasty disruptor wound on Mitchell’s torso is revealed. The nurses quickly administer an anesthetic and disinfect the wound.

NURSE #1: A disruptor blast?

PIPER: (removes his helmet and gauntlets) Yes. Thank God it was only a glancing hit. (to Nurse #4) Hand me the laser scalpel.

NURSE #4: Aren’t we going to use the cellular regenerator, Doctor?

PIPER: (shakes his head) The hemorrhaging is too extensive. We’ll have to go in with a protoplaser if we’re to stop the bleeding.

The nurse hands Piper the laser scalpel. Activating the tool, the doctor begins making the incision.

PIPER: (to Mitchell) As for you, you pig-headed son of a bitch, you’d better not die on me.