"Well, lucky for you I can't do that," Hemorrhage says matter-of-factly.
"I'm a medic; it's my job to help the wounded."
"...It's supposed to be, at least," he mutters to himself. At that moment, his repair ray shuts off. Growling, Hemorrhage smacks it twice, trying to coax it back to life, before giving up.
"That's it," he says. "You'll stay conscious, but you're in no shape to fight."
The maximal was telling the truth; though the wound was no longer immediately life-threatening, the repair ray hadn't fully mended it, and overcharging her repair systems like that would surely have a tiring effect.