Thanks for the great review! I had fun (if you can call writing medical angst "fun") writing Ishay since she's one of those blank slates the BSG-verse is always throwing at us. Cottle, though . . . I could write him for the rest of my life and die a happy woman.

As far as the firing squad, you're more or less correct; multiple bullets would hit either the heart or a major blood vessel, and they'd bleed out in a few seconds. Ishay's interior monologue reflects her state of mind more than sober medical judgment. I intended the repetition as a sign that the overloaded sick bay was getting to her; it's hard to think objectively when you're surrounded by so much suffering, so she just . . . acted.