((ok...hold on...You have a luger? And a Panzerfaust was used on 'our' med bay? I'm confused now. Do you know history? The Panzerfaust and the Luger are both German weapons in WWII, the former's case late WWII. What side are we on? and how did you get a Luger if, I assume from our RPPing so far, we are on the allied side? Did you take it from a German officer? Really these things should be explained BEFORE an RP starts, not during, to avoid unnecessary confusion. Also, I didn't bring this up earlier, but since all this is bothering me as well, I'm bringing it up now. You are aware that the Panzerfaust has a shaped charge? It's an anti-armor weapon. not general purpose explosive.
On a second note. Since we three are in the same area, we might want to consider some kind of posting order. I was just about to post, and now I needed to change half of it. Theres' a time lag where now the first half of my post has to be posted, but there can not be an in time response because of this. You might also want to check to see if some is currently posting and hold off until they're done.))
He started walking at a good clip, just short of a jog. He responded sullenly as he carried the wounded fur carefully, "Dr. Lythis Garland, drafted. You two?" He kept a sharp eye out, but, as he has explained, he is no soldier. "If we keep up the pace we might make it to the Command Post in half the time." He glanced back, "Your leg's looking pretty bad. you should let me patch it up soon, maybe give you some of the painkillers. You're limping a little."
He heard the shot and froze, then heard Rayle hit the ground. He rushed over, and dragged her by one leg with his semi free hand over to some cover. He stopped after he thought she was safe, and set down the other wounded soldier. He took off his med pack, and started to work quickly. "Don't talk." He unbuttoned her shirt and flung it open with one hand as he pulled a long tweezer like instrument out of the pack. He smirked saying, "Just be thankful I'm ignoring my training and not just cutting the shirt off, ok?" He pulled the bullet out, tossing it to the side. He began his ministrations, which had to have been painful, since he hadn't anesthetized the area. "Good. You'll be in some severe pain, but it didn't get past your breastplate. It's going to be a bastard to breathe with it broken, but there's nothing I can do about that." He sewed it up, and then bandaged and anesthetized the area. "You! Button her shirt up again for me, I'm going to go ahead and suture up that other wound while I've got her under the knife. She'll become totally useless out here if she dies of blood loss."