His eyebrows squished together in concern as he watched Dallas try and dismiss the clear damage that was done to his head, almost streaming blood down his face. Flux was about to lean forwards and offer some strip of clothing to help staunch the bleeding when he heard a very distinctive cough.

Whipping himself around, he met the familiar form of Quill, his shoulders snapped up to his ears and he made sure his back was straight. Well this looked rather embarrassing, anyone else and it would have been fine, but the captain?

“I think..” His words died out as Quill secured himself around Dallas and began to drag him away, headed to the medical bay. Flux was left standing in the walkway, blinking like a lemon. His head turned to look up and down the hallway, bewildered in the minute of chaos he had just endured. It was always like this on the damn ship, peaceful then ruined by a sudden raucous event.

With a groan, Flux pinched the bridge of his nose and scrunched his eyes closed. He needed a coffee. His feet dragged along the floor as he pulled himself closer to the engine bay, eyes still wrinkled with vague disgruntlement.

His torso curved around the corner and his eyes landed on Yutaka, his shoulders lifted and his steps quickened in surprise to see him so quickly. Rushing his way over, he raised a hand to gain the other man’s attention.

“Yutaka, hol’ up!” His voice was only raised marginally louder. Flux’s other hand pushed into his back pocket to fish out the crumpled and stained paper.

Mylo was no stranger to pain, but that didn't make the sharp sting in his ribs hurt any less. Every movement of his torso felt like he was being stabbed, but a small twitch of his nose was the only outward reaction he'd give anyone the satisfaction of witnessing.

"Vas, with how many times I've ended up here, I think being shirtless is the least embarassing thing you've seen."

He steeled his jaw and reached up to undo the strings at the neck of his shirt, frustrated at the way his body protested. He could swear that getting stabbed decidedly hurt less than this, damn dragon. Once he had gotten the knot undone, he slid his left arm out first, his good side. Now for the hard part, the other side. He let out a slow, measured breath through his nose as he shifted to lift his arm just enough to ease the sleeve down.

With both arms free, Mylo leaned forward, letting the shirt slide down his back and off his head. This was probably the least efficiant way to remove a shirt he had ever witnessed let alone done. And it annoyed him, it took forever and such a simple act hurt like nobody's buisness, but Mylo just took it in stride. Nothing more than a small flinch throughout the act, it may not have been the most dignifying thing, but at least no one but Vas was there to see it. He grabbed the shirt before standing back up and carefully rolling his shoulders.

At the sound of Quill's voice, Mylo fought the urge to roll his eyes, wondering injury his friend managed to obtain this time. He turned his head before noticing Dally. "Quill, my dear, dear friend." He said, once the captain had finished talking, "I would rather get impailed by Urchin then ever let you treat me. Because I'm sure you would only make it worse." He gave a smile that didn't quite reach his tired eyes before turning his attention to the man on the floor. "And Dallas, if I'm being forced to sit on this cold ass table, shirtless, then you can get a little gash looked at. So get your ass off the floor, suck it up, and get over here before I give you a reason to want to run."