"Looks like matey here is a bit fragged." Streak said, kneeling down over Michael and scanning him. "Pulse okay, bit febrile. Banged his head, though. Ouch! Look at that lump. Patch job should be okay." He kneeled down closer, and then shrugged his shoulders. "EEG’s okay. More or less. He'll be all right." The elf took a trauma patch and applied it to the unconscious man’s wrist.