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She responded with a low laugh. "Yes, exactly. Or blaster them, at least. My right hook leaves something to be desired."
"I'm sure it's awesome," I told her. "But you're right, blasters are easier."
J'avet groaned and shifted.
"Stay still." I wasn't sure if he could hear me, but I got some petty pleasure from bossing him around for a change.
He stopped moving. Although it probably had nothing to do with me, I nodded in satisfaction.
"Good. Keep still." He might have broken bones or internal injuries. To have him die on the way to the infirmary would suck. "We're almost there."
It felt like days, but it was only a handful of minutes before I guided the gurney through the doorway. I didn't even hit it into the wall.
Go me.
While the doctor on duty, a nervous-looking Freytaurian, stood back and watched, I manoeuvred the gurney toward the body scanner. Someone already had the forethought to move the bed which usually lay underneath it. All I had to do was guide the gurney into place and turn the scanner on.
Finger on my lips, I watched as it slowly made its way from his feet, all the way up to his face.
"Several broken ribs. Blaster burns." Those looked painful. He must have changed his shirt at some point, they weren't visible on the one he wore now.
"Severe dehydration, empty stomach. Minor head wound. No sign of nanobots." I double checked his teeth, but none hid in there.
The entire infirmary let out a collective sigh of relief.
The doctor, a blue skinned man named Barek, stepped forward.
"Bring him over to the examination room. We'll get him on a bed and have a good look over him. We'll start with IV fluids. Nurse, get me a bag."
I nodded and went to do as I was asked, as though a moment ago I wasn't their last line of defence between them and a nanobot invasion.
I grabbed a bag out of the fridge, while the doctor selected the right antibiotics and anti-inflammatories for a Parvoran.
As far as I knew, J'avet could take the same medicines as I could, but I wasn't certain enough to make that call. I mean, if I had to, I would. Okay, I would consult the database, then decide what to give him.
Doubtless, Doctor Barek had done this a hundred times before.
I set up the bag on a pole and hovered nearby while Barek slid a needle into J'avet's arm.
"He should be fine," the doctor said. "Looks like he hasn't had sufficient fluids for at least a week."
I frowned. "Chimera should have water—"
"Yes, she should," he agreed.
I heard the inflection in his tone and nodded. Intimate knowledge of the ship's food and water stores weren't within his skill set. Fair enough. They weren't mine either.
"Any idea how long it might be before he wakes?" I asked.
"It depends on the head wound." Barek nodded toward it. "Remove the bandage and wash it."
"Yes, Doctor." I hurried to get a basin of water and some cloth.
"He'll be okay?" Brinley asked. She hovered near the door, looking worried.
"He's got a hard head," I said. "I'm sure he'll be yelling at us all this time tomorrow."
She smiled briefly and stood back against the wall, where she'd be out of anyone's way.
