he who hesitates is toast

The bullet is more difficult to extract, being lodged in the woman's spine, and Shuri instructs the Sergeant to put down the bowl for a moment and help her by holding the wound open and stable.

Shuri makes a face as she eases the bullet out, her eyes grim. "Guns," she mutters, and drops the thing into the bowl with an expression of disgust. The table beeps at her, notifying her of the cascading effects that are attempting to happen and which she refuses to allow. She focuses intently on the rendering of Sharon's spine in light above the woman herself and works quickly to repair torn tissue and nerves. She repairs the damaged vertebra with a putty which will allow the bone to regenerate, then finishes by running a blue light over the wound, which slowly seals itself without any need for stitches.

She is sweating by the time she's finished, her own back aching, but pleased as she looks at the display. It ticks steadily back up towards normal, and she beams at the Sergeant. "Success."