Wash sat in the chair breathing heavily. He just about managed to croak, "I was talking to the intern, dung for brains!"
He winced as he shifted position, he must have agravated an old injury. "Perhaps I should tell you that before I arrived here I was beaten up pretty bad, as Molt here will be pleased to hear. I was... problematic at my old workplace. I can see that things are better here, but... I seem to have sustained several blunt impact injuries, and no one has treated me yet, and after yesterday's accident with the meat saw, that in unsurprising. Can you... can you help me?"
Before Slap could answer, Wash looked back over at Linc. "Be careful when he wakes up. He worked for Vykkers before he came here, and suffered experimental procedures. He may not take too kindly to you or Dek when he comes around."
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