Amethyst was so glad she could hold her tongue. She wasn't even in this guys squadron and he was throwing her around. She got up slowly, wincing as the stitched tore at her skin. "Yes sir," she grunted. Luckily, she had had medical training as well. She took a bottle of morphine as her legs protested the movement, then looked around for a clean syringe. It was totally unorganized in here. After a few moments she found one and opened it, measuring ten milligrams out. She needed to use some too, but later. She moved over to Talon. "Where was it dislocated?" She asked softly.