White, James – Sector General 05 – Sector General

distressing to a nonmedical man, Conway thought, and some of these casualties

were in really bad shape. But before he could reply the Captain went on, “I’ve

been moving around the area quickly, counting them and looking to see if any

have been covered by sand or hidden between rocks. There are twenty-seven of

them in all. But the positioning of the bodies is odd, Doctor. It’s as if the

ship was in imminent danger of blowing up or catching fire, and they used the

last of their remaining strength to escape from it.

“The sensors show no such danger,” he added.

Dodds waited for a few seconds to be sure that the Captain had finished

speaking, then said, “Three alive and showing slight movement. One that looks

dead, but you’re the doctor, Doctor.”

‘ “Thank you,” Conway said dryly. “We’ll look at them as soon as possible.

Meanwhile, Lieutenant, help Naydrad load the litter, please.”

He joined Murchison then, and for the next hour they moved among the casualties,

assessing the degree of injury and read­ying them for transfer to the lander.

The litter was almost full and had space for two of the medium-sized casualties,

which they had tentatively classified as belonging to physiological

type DCMH,. or one of the large DCOJs. The very small DCLGs, which were less

than half the mass of the DCMH Conway had first examined, were left for the time

being because they all showed flickerings of life. As yet neither Murchison nor

Con-way could make sense of them physiologically. She thought the small DCLGs

might be nonintelligent lab animals or pos­sibly ship’s pets, while Conway was

convinced that the large DCOJs were food animals, also nonintelligent. But with

newly discovered e xtra-terrestrial life-forms, one could never be sure of

anything, and all of them would therefore have to be treated as patients.

Then they found one of the small aliens who was quite definitely dead. Murchison

said briskly, “I’ll work on it in the lander. Give me fifteen minutes and I’ll

have something to tell Prilicla about their basal metabolism before the

casualties begin arriving.”

A flurry of wind blew the sand disturbed by her feet ahead of her as she moved

toward the lander, the small cadaver supported by her shoulder and one arm while

the other hand, carrying her med kit, acted as a counterbalance. Conway was

about to suggest that a proper examination on Rhabwar, where the full laboratory

facilities were available, would be better. But Murchis-on would already have

considered doing that and decided agai nst it, for two obvious reasons: If she

returned to the ambulance ship with Dodds and Naydrad, some of the casualties

already loaded would have to be left behind, and she needed to tell Prilicla

only enough for the empath to provide emergency surgery and supportive treatment

until the survivors were taken to Sector General.

“Captain, you overheard?” Conway said. “I’d like Dodds and Naydrad to take off

as soon as Pathologist Murchison is through. It looks as if three trips will be

necessary to lift all of them, and another for ourselves. We’re going to be

pushed for time if th is is to be wrapped up before the sunset storm hits the

area.”

There wa_s no reply from Fletcher, which usually signified assent when Conway

was in command. He went on, “Mur­chison will stay behind and assemble another

batch of casualties for the next lift. We’ll collect them where there is shelter

from

the sun and sand. The lee side of the wreck would do, or better still, inside it

if there isn’t too much debris.”

“No, Doctor,” the Captain said. “I’m worried about what we might find on that

ship.”

Conway did not reply, but the sigh he gave as he continued his examination of

the casualty he was working on made his impatience clear. Fletcher was one of

the Monitor Corps’ ac­knowledged experts in the field of alien ship technology.

This was the reason he had been given command of Sector General’s most advanced

ambulance ship—it had long been recognized that a rescue mission’s greatest

danger was to the rescuers, who would be looking for survivors in a distressed

vessel whose technology and operating principles they did not understand.

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