Jenkins: "It's not pretty sir. But if that is your wish. I shall lead you to them."
He turns around and exits, expecting you to follow him. Soon enough you end up in the medical wing.
Moans, screams, complaints, painful cursing, a stench of sweat, wounds and similiar fills the coridors and the rooms.
The doctors are scrambling all over the place like madmen. Bandages, scalpels, syringes and other being carried in and out.
Some soldiers voluntered to help out. They try to clear the air, bring things and similiar for the doctors and others.
As they pass you by most simply give a nod of the head, or a brief salute or a plain respectful "sir" and then they carry on.
Jenkins takes you to the heavily wounded, those who fight for their lives. Three of them seem to be out of it. Eyes closed. Bandages everywhere.
The other two are awake but complain in pain.
A doctor shouts: "For the love of god! BRING THEM THE loving MORPHINE!"
It's utter chaos.
The nurse runs in and begins to apply morphine to those awake. Their complains sieze. But as the two wounded spot you.
They try to salute and the nurse scolds them. "You can't be doing that, not in your condition. You need to lay still."
Jenkins says that these are from Nova squad. They were carried out by their fellow soldiers during the chaos.
The first ones to be attacked by the mutants. You can't make out what happened to them. As most of their bodies are in bandages or other.
One of them mutters out: "If not for that *severe cough, blood comes out* we'd be deaaa-..." He passes out.
There's still a large number of men being taken care of. Some less injured, some more. The surprise attack had caused a lot of injuries. A lot of pain. There's talk of severed limbs and reattachment. Some were crazy enough to watch their friends limbs severed, then shoot, kill, pick up the team mate, bandage and then simply take his limb, carry it back onboard.
Or so you hear as you listen in to one of the doctors.
"They sure as hell didn't want their friends spending the rest of their days as incapable war veterans." One of the doctors says.
These men have no doubt gone trough hell. This is no ship fight, where two parties shoot each others ships and then escape in escape pods upon one sides victory. Oh no. This is ground fighting. Limbs get torn, people get killed. You can't help but realize that your men strived to survive and pulled trough.