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Updated: July 8, 2025
There were vehicles approaching, white ones marked with the scarlet cross and crescent that distinguished human medical equipment. He called sickbay and reached Dr. Jason. "Vehicles are for your people coming, Doctor. Your patients will first off-loaded be, if they ready are." "They're ready," a tired-looking Jason said. "Can you send the medics here and keep the newsies out?"
If you wish to accompany him, the medics are ready to take him to the morgue. And, Lieutenant you have Our thanks for the way you captured that assassin. Please inform the Supreme and First Speaker that they will be taken to guest apartments until you are free to translate for Us." "Yes, Your Majesty."
"Catch hold of his feet, Bartol. Here ease him out of his chair. No sense bothering the medics this time. Think you can manage to help me carry him down to the deck?" "Sure," Bart said, finding his feet and his voice. He felt better as they moved along the hallway, the limp, muttering form of the old Lhari insensible in their arms.
He was alive, but in a dying condition, and he succumbed on the way to the hospital. Cause of death, as in the first place, undeterminable. But the medics think it was some malfunctioning of the lungs. "All in all, gentlemen, eight identical specimens have been picked up in various American cities.
Millie Williams was supervising the arrangements of the trays and vats of plants that must be protected as thoroughly as the humans. At the other end of the morgue, the medics were setting up their emergency treatment area, while nearby the culinary crew pulled out and put in operating condition the emergency feeding equipment.
You never cared to find out how your world looked to your Mentorians. So your medics never questioned my memories of an eighth color. To you, it's just another shade of gray, but under a light strong enough to blind any but Mentorian eyes, it takes on a special color " The conference broke up in disorder, the four Lhari clustering together in a furious babble, then hastily leaving the room.
"You fool," said Vorongil to the Mentorian, in disgust, "why didn't you tell him what the medics had done for him? Easy, Bartol!" The old Lhari's arm tightened around his shoulder. "I thought they'd told you. Somebody come here and give the youngster a hand."
"Good for the Old Man, he still had his wits about him, even after the bug bit him!" "But why are we going to the asteroids?" Weeks asked reasonably enough. "There're Medics at Luna City they can help us " "They can handle known diseases," Ali pointed out. "But what of the Code?" Weeks dropped into the Com-tech's place as if some of the stiffening had vanished from his thin but sturdy legs.
"I thought you did," said Trigger. "Thanks for the quick cure. But right at the moment I don't like you very much, Holati. We can talk about that in the morning." "All right," said the Commissioner. He hesitated. "Anything that should be taken care of before then?" "It's been taken care of," Trigger said. "One of our employees has been moderately injured. I dialed the medics to go pick him up.
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