"I'll keep that in mind when I wrap them." Wilson said without looking up from the screen where he was getting the reading from the scanner.

Frowning slightly at the 'good news' that none of Zuko's other organs appeared to be affected, Wilson looked pensive at the damage wrought to the boy's heart.

"Damn it." He said softly, then reached and shut down the machine.

Putting it away, he went to the counter and pulled a couple of medications, drawing the doseage into the needles. He inserted one needle immediately into the lactate ringer but then slipped the other into the palm of his hand and leaned over Zuko.

Gently tapping on his face, he tried to wake the young man up.

"Zuko? Zuko! It's Dr. Wilson, pain in the ass detention person, can you wake up for me, Zuko? I need you to open your eyes."