Justin grimaced as he hefted the med kit out from under the upturned navigation panel. His hands still shook with adrenaline. He’d woken up with a start, Gods know how long after impact. He was still feeling slightly buzzed with the threat of death, his mind on autopilot. He was sure the shock would come later.
The console next to him sparked bright, too close to his face. He took that as his cue and slid the kit across the battered floor, managing to get it pretty close to the half-shattered exit hatch. The minor scuffs, bruises, and sprains that littered his body could wait. Justin scrambled to his feet and ducked around the hanging bits of his ship’s command cabin. With more energy than Justin really wanted to use, he shouldered the hydraulic door to the sleeping quarters open.
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