Sickbay casualties.

Zima received the casualties in sickbay and flew into action, easily lifting them into cots where he could analyze them, calculating which injuries were most urgent and would benefit most from immediate attention.  This was what he was programmed for, and it felt to him to be the most certain thing of his existence.

There were two injured ensigns, one fully human woman, Ensign Wolonda Ntembe, and the other was an andorian, Ensign Entirav Humdav. Ntembe was half conscious, holding the wound in her abdomen to staunch the flow. Humdav on the other hand, was unconscious.
The third ensign, deceased, was Ensign Lucy Loran, who had taken a phaser blast to the head.
Ntembe peered up at Zima, disoriented.
"Yeah, I don't know about this," she said to no one in particular.

The android put a sanitation arc over the conscious woman and prepared to work on her, to at least get her mended enough to stop bleeding. He administered a sedative while scanning Humdav's condition.

Ntembe sleepily wiped the blood from her brow as the sedatives began to take hold.
"I never had a synthetic Doctor before," she said, searching their face for a response.

Finding that the unconscious ensign simply needed a shot of cortisone and recovery time, Zíma administered it, and a sedative, then kept their inflammation monitored. He turned back to Ntembe and took her hand, placing a roll of staunching gel over her wound.
"You could not be in better hands. I was programmed to treat wounds exactly like this."