Humans Are Their Own Doctors Alien Medical Student's POV Sci fi

But before I could move, his blood-covered hand disappeared beneath torn flesh, and he pulled something, a fragment, shrapnel, still embedded. My hands moved faster now, not from confidence, but from fear. His vitals were chaos, heart rate spiking, then dropping, then rising again like a defiant flame refusing to die. He held pressure on his own wound, adjusted his breathing. And as I finalized my report, one final line echoed in my mind.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/little-scifi-stories-on-the-go--7033804/support.