When asked about the Hippocratic Oath, specifically the 'do no harm' clause, Corvin nodded to the rifle propped against the wall near the head of his bed. "I missed that day of med school."
"Don't take this the wrong way uh -- I didn't actually catch your name -- but, at first glance, you don't really seem cut out for life in The Black."Judging from his reaction to clapping, Corvin didn't want to see how he reacted when they fired up the engines and blasted off into space.
When it came to patching people up, the patient was just as important as the medic. All treatment aside some wounds you just have to be one stubborn, bullheaded, tough-nosed, son of a bitch to survive. Corvin had seen a few people die in his arms from wounds he knew they could've fought through. Some people just didn't have the will and the fortitude to say no when their body begged for death. That was something he never wanted to see happen again. That, along with genuine curiosity is what motivated his next question. "If the captain is such a life ruiner, why fly with her? lots of other ships blasting off this rock. It's not a bad place to sit for a minute either, so long as you don't mind the Alliance slowly crawling up your ass."