Professor Aronnax

Aronnax laid in a bed, surrounded by metal on all sides, somehow finding sleep despite the sound of clunking and the soft buzzing of the engine fueled by a secret energy. Suddenly she felt herself being shaken awake, opening her eyes, she saw a familiar shape in her blurry vision. "Hmm.. Captain?" Aronnax asked as she reached over to the nightstand beside her, feeling for her glasses. "Do you have any medical experience?" Nemo asked her, moving his hands behind his back. "I have I mild degree in physical health, it was a requirement when becoming a Professor. Why? Are you hurt?" Aronnax surprised herself with the amount of concern she felt for the man who basically kidnapped her, but then again, he gave her dry clothes, food and an almost endless amount of books. "Not me, one of my men, he has been injured." Nemo says, already walking halfway through the door. "May I ask how he was injured?" Aronnax asked, standing with a sudden burst of energy, grabbing her white coat and quickly tossing it over her shoulders. "That is not your concern, can you do it?" With an uneasy nod, she entered the sick bay, then for a good few hours she worked on the injured crewman, but with little experience and no knowledge on how the poor guy was injured, it was hopeless.... Aronnax exits the bay, covered in sweat. "I... he-" Aronnax sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. "He... was beyond my help."