///LOCATION - NLTT-512-3A/SOUTH OF NEIGHAGRA FALLS///TIME - 16:12 LMT///DATE - 14-05-2232///

[PILOT CONDITION CRITICAL]

[INTERNAL AND EXTERNAL INJURIES DETECTED]

[NO PULSE FOUND]

[HEART-FAILURE DETECTED]

[ADMINISTERING ADRENALINE]

[ADMINISTERING EMERGENCY BLOOD SUPPLY]

[BEGINNING DEFIBRILATION PROCEDURE]

With pain racing troughout his entire body, Eric slowly awoke from his trauma-induced slumber. He looked around, and almost immediatly noticed the metal sticking trough the upper left of his chest. With fear in his eyes, he tried to grasp for air, but in doing so he coughed up blood from his lungs. He wasn't dead though. The metal bar had pierced the bottom of his right ventricle, which reduced his ability to pump blood around, but luckily the ship was fitted with a SMEE (Standard Medical Emergency Equipment) system, which had pumped adrenaline into his veins when it detected a loss in bloodpressure.

This caused his heart to go into overdrive, making it pump harder to maintain a constant pressure, whilst the ship injected him with spare blood from the tank. Eric always hated the thought of having things like that poke into him, but at that point, he was glad that the UEE was so strict on their regulations. But just because his heart was still pumping, didn't mean he was safe. The ship could be leaking fuel, and he had to fix his heart and lungs somehow.

Eric pressed the canopy jettison button, which quickly shot the glass bubble up into the air, allowing him to receive fresh oxygen form the planet's atmosphere. He removed his seatbelt, which had held him firmly in place during the rough landing, and he tried getting up, but he quickly returned in his seat when he felt a sharp pain in his leg. He looked down, and noticed the angle of his lower leg. It had twisted in a way that it was definitly not supposed to, and it hurt a fair bit.

Because he was unable to get up, Eric decided that he would have to tend to his injuries inside the cockpit. Reaching back into the compartment behind him, he grabbed the first aid kit. After he took the Cell-Gun from the box, and had inserted a cartridge into the device, he pulled at the metal bar with all his strenght. The bar left his body, followed by a large flow of blood, and he quickly stuck the Cell-Gun into the wound, and pressed the trigger.

This incredible device is a technological marvel that sprays modified stem-cells into a wound, which quickly change into the same form as the cells that surround them. They are also intelligent (to a certain degree), meaning that they know exactly what to heal. This helps to fix things like bulletwounds and perforated organs, but it is crude in it's function. It is prone to infections, and it can only be used on wounds that aren't too large in size.

The cells inside Eric's heart were quickly merging and connecting with the original cells, slowly closing the hole. After just 12 seconds, his heart was restored enough so that it could properly function again, but he was still severly wounded. Atleast he wasn't in any grave danger from injuries anymore.

But he wasn't safe yet. One of the fuel tanks was ruptured during the landing, and the toxic hydrazine was leaking out of it. Eric had to seal it before it reached any sparks or fires, or he had to run away as far as he could. With his leg still broken, and with all of his equipment still onboard, he chose to seal the leak. He pulled himself out of the cockpit, making sure that he wouldn't move his broken leg too much while doing it.

After grabbing an oxygen-mask and tank from behind his seat, and after falling from the fuselage of his ship into the the grass, he began to crawl towards the fuel tank. He was able to reach the hole, but he had no sealing-kit. Luckily, there were loose pieces of metal plating all around the ship, one of which Eric held against the hole in the tank. It had stopped the spill, but he still had to somehow attach it, because he couldn't just sit there holding a metal plate while waiting for help, espescially since his oxygen-tank would run out after a few minutes, and without that, he would be breathing in toxic hydrazine fumes, which would knock him out almost immediatly.

He put the plate on the ground next to the tank, and crawled towards the cargo compartment. He knew he had a spare repair kit laying around somewhere, and he kept looking for it. After 2 minutes of searching, he started looking around the ship in the hope of finding the toolbox somewhere outside. It could have been thrown out during the landing. Eventually he found it near one of the engines, and he quickly took the portable welder from it.

Crawling back to the tank as fast as he could, he activated the welder. He grabbed the plate, and was about to weld it stuck when he suddenly remembered what was inside the tank. Hydrazine is highly flammable, and in the right conditions, even explosive. He had to think of another way to seal the tank. The only plan he could think of, was to heat up 3 of the edges of the plate to the point of melting, and to then stick it onto the hole.

Not knowing if heat would also ignite the hydrazine, Eric acted out his plan. It took him another minute to get the edges to the point of melting, and when he did, he quickly pressed the plate against the hole.

It worked. It hadn't exploded, and the hole was sealed. Now he was really safe. Or as safe as one can be on an alien planet with unkown life. Without food, without water, without any shelter aside from the blood-stained cockpit of his ship. Hearing what sounded like a wolf howl in the distant mountains, Eric slowly fell asleep.

"Damn this goddamn planet..."

Author's Note

I don't do resurrections.