Medical 2

“Intuition,” the girl said. “You have an ETA on the ambulances?”

She didn't even bother to look at them. She was doing something to a figure in front of her.

“You aren't supposed to move bodies,” Vista said. “You might injure their spines.”

“You think I don't know that?” the girl asked. Her voice was tense. “People were piled on top of each other, and it was like a game of Jenga to get them outside without permanently leaving somebody crippled. These are the worst of them, too badly injured to risk moving because while I can see how to support their bodies, the people doing the lifting can't. They did the best that they could, but it was a nightmare just getting people out from under them so they could be moved.”

“Anything we can do?”

“You got a dermal regenerator?” the girl asked. “I figure most of you tinker types love Star Trek, so maybe you've got one on you? It wouldn't work on the thirty seven broken bones this guy has, but at least it would keep him from bleeding out before the paramedics get here.”

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Interlude: Chris