Damon's eyes shot open, his mind coming to rapidly as he gathered his bearings. He saw that he was in the medbay of the Normandy, which was quite large since the Normandy was a sizable ship.
Looking around, he could see that the walls were clean and white, being the kind of sterile color that didn't calm you but reminded you that pain had happened here.
Some high tech machines hummed softly, while several automated pods lined the room, each open like a flower mid-bloom, filled with nutrient solution and packed with sensors, tubes, as well as bandages.
One of them had Felicia inside, the top half of her body submerged in light-blue healing gel, her breathing steady but shallow. Her eyes were closed, and her usually thoughtful expression was marred by tension in her brow.
Another pod held Nicholas, his limbs twitching slightly every so often, likely from residual nerve trauma.
