[Pharma draws a cable from his own wrist and plugs into First Aid's, navigating the others pain wracked neural network in search of the offending receptors. It takes a little bit of finesse to squeeze past some reflexive firewalls, but the jet medic manages it and shuts down most of the pain protocols.]

You should be able to relax a little now.

[Enough for Pharma to start inspecting the damage. Using a small light on his finger, he peers inside the chest wound...]

Ah.

[What he finds is just a little bit too ironic.]