Well, the day had officially gone to shit. One little slip and his shirt was torn open, because of course it would be, and he had no extras, along with the bleeding. Just what he needed. A possible infection. He'd have to forget getting anything more to eat for the night, so into his rations it was, though it pained him. First things first - back to the shuttle and pulling out the first aid kit.

The brush was dense and thick, the air sticky and hot and sweat poured down him as he marched back towards his encampment. He pushed and shoved, ignoring the stinging on his chest, even as it made him want to cry out and sob in frustration. He had always thought himself stronger than this, that he could manage it, but...

"Hello?" he paused when he stepped into the small clearing, his voice trembling with hope when he spotted the vivid colors of bright yellow and ocean blue. Command. Science.

Someone answering his call. Help.