Never a dull moment in this squadron, is there?
Disregarding the announcement, Ash casually walks into the medical wing. He immediately spots his brother, riddled with burns all across the left side of his body.
"[Ash! The hell are you doing here, man?]," Lorens croaks, "[Didn't they just call everyone to the ready room?]"
"[They can wait. I'll get there soon enough. Thought I'd check up on you first.]" Ash's expression darkens as he studies Lorens' wounds. "[Are you alright? Seeing your plane explode like that scared the forgetin' daylight outta me. What happened?]"
Lorens sighs. "[Not sure. One moment, I was pulling the trigger, the next, my whole port side was blown to dust. I think the gun exploded, or some stuff like that.]" He reclines back into his bed, visibly exhausted. "[The doctors told me it might be a while before I find myself in the roosterpit again...]"
"[You're not in any pain, are you?]"
"[A little. I'm pretty coked-up on meds right now, hurt like a bitch before that though.]" Lorens tries his best to smile. "[Really, Ash. I'm fine. You don't have to worry about me. If anything, you need to get going.]"
Ash remains somewhat unconvinced. "[Alright. I'm heading out, then. See you when I get back.]"
"[Alright, see ya.]" Lorens waves with his good arm as his brother disappears around the doorway. Stay safe.
Ash heads to the ready room at his own pace.