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From: Tikatu Sent: 7/7/2006 7:55 PM
Dianne finished using the laser on the long gash in her patient's arm, then she reviewed her work critically, and took another look at the scanner. Dom was setting up an IV. "To help you with your wee dehydration," he said to the woman with a smile.
"Dak, I need an anti-malarial here."
"Yes, Doc."
The nurse brought Dianne an ampule, which she placed in a hypospray and pressed against the woman's neck. The hiss startled the woman, and she turned her wide eyes to Dianne, who smiled encouragingly.
"It looks to me as if you've been feeding far more than your share of the mosquitoes, miss," the doctor said. "The medicine is to stave off malaria. It works on the most recent strains." She patted her patient's shoulder. "Now, let's get a loose dressing on this and settle you for the trip home."
"Doc?" Scott's voice sounded in her ear. "We have a little problem out here."
"Where are you?" she asked, catching Dom's eye and motioning that he should work on the dressing himself. He nodded in acquiescence and they changed places.
"I'm outside of Seven's cockpit."
"F-A-B, I'm on my way," Dianne said. She shucked her gloves and hurried out, striding quickly across the length of the medical cabin. She opened the door between the cabin and the cockpit, and found the cockpit door open, with John standing in it, while on the ground, Gordon and Scott were facing down a burly Thai man whose anger was almost palpable.
"What's goin' on heah?" Dianne asked sharply, hands on her hips.
"I wish to see my king!" Bahn cried, glaring up at her.
"He refuses to ride with us to Two," Scott explained hotly. "He's the last of the green tags..."
Dianne glanced back at the medical compartment. Nikki was peering out, ready to offer back up. Dianne waved her back, then pointed at Bahn. "I'll take care of this. But you stay right there, understand?"
She didn't wait for an answer, but turned and went back to the medical compartment, approaching the king where he stood, next to the queen's biobed.
"Your Majesty," she began. "We're almost ready to go back to our main Thunderbird. But in order to do so, we must have everyone strapped in securely. With all due respect, sir, there's no way you can safely stay with your wife." She glanced over at the door she had just come through. "One of your men refuses to leave until he sees you. It would be a great help to us all if you would leave Her Majesty under our care, and go with our men to the main vehicle. There you would be directed to a safe place to sit for the duration of our flight." She smiled. "I know you're anxious, and would prefer to stay, but if something were to happen to you because we allowed you to, then we would have a problem." She gestured to the door with an arm. "Please, Your Majesty."
The king looked down at his wife, who smiled faintly and said, "Go. I am in the best of hands."
He nodded, sighed heavily, and held her hand to his lips. Then, not satisfied, he leaned over to kiss her on the cheek and on the forehead. "Be well, my dear." Then he rose and nodded at Dianne, who escorted him over to the cockpit door.
As he stepped into the cockpit, Bahn bowed low. "Your Majesty!"
"Rise, Bahn." He looked at Scott, John and Gordon. "I am told it would be helpful if I went with you now and prepared for flight."
"It would, Your Majesty," Scott said, inclining his head.
"Then, let us go." The king glanced around at the jungle. "I am very weary of this place."
"Over here, Your Majesty." John indicated one of the hoverbikes. As Bahn offered the king his help in climbing down from the cockpit, Scott said quietly to Gordon, "See if you can get Dom to help you with the bodies. I'll have John start preparations for Thunderbird Two to lift off. Then you come back in the Mobile Crane. Stay just ahead of Seven; that way there'll be some back up should you need it."
"F-A-B," Gordon said with a nod. He climbed back up into the cockpit, while Scott mounted his hoverbike. Bahn sat behind him and the king himself rode behind John. Gordon watched as the little party moved out, then he grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler, and poked his head into the medical cabin, looking to see if his partner was available.
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