The medic had been in the middle of some research, which had turned out to be unfortunately much more boring than he had anticipated. There was nothing to be excited about with it, and it was going nowhere quite quickly.
The sound of someone entering the medbay was a welcome distraction. He was a tiny bit startled when he recognized the voice that was speaking to him, however.
He stood, nearing the scout to observe the damage. He looked quite a mess, and the description of having fallen down the side of the mountain matched that appearance.
"Ja, I can do zhat. Sit down over zhere." The German motioned to one of the examination tables underneath the overhead medigun as he easily slipped into the accent. "Your wrist ist zhe main problem, oder?"
Isaac nodded, making his way over to the examination table, “Yeah, my wrist and the 30-somet’in’ cuts I got all over da place.” Blissfully unaware of the situation he had gotten himself into, he pulled his legs up onto the examination table with him, crossing his legs as he waited for the medic.