That might be the point to Jane, but Len was going to do her damndest to get the lieutenant safely OFF the planet as quickly as possible. It wasn’t that she considered herself more expendable, but she considered it part of her duties as chief medical officer to do what she could to protect her crew. Even if it meant putting herself in danger to do so.

Christ, it was actually a relief to hear the sound of the transporters for once, and she breathed a little easier once her patients were out of harm’s way. One damn problem solved. The next... probably wasn’t going to be so easy.

Her head hurt like hell; there was no doubt that there was some kind of fracture or break going on, but she wouldn’t know for certain until she could run a couple of tests. Her ribs weren’t doing much better, but she was doing a damn fine job of hiding both. She didn’t feel like letting these bastards know just how much she was injured.

Or Jane, once she was back on the damn ship.